Maybe the One Person Who Doesn't Get Agyness Deyn

Oh goodness.

Yes I shop at the mall and the dozens of little thrift and vintage boutiques from a city here in the Midwest. So what. I pump my fist in the air when I can dig around for two for $10 panties (or pannies) in a giant cardboard box at Victoria's Secret. So imagine my surprise when I read that "the poor look," a la pixie model Agyness Deyn, is a new look of couture.

My rule of thumb is that which makes you look stupid is not fashionable, which is why I'm an admitted fashion anarchist because apparently the reverse is true in fashion. Red socks with brown loafers and seemingly homemade jean cut-offs. Yes, that's what my uncle calls "my fancy clothes" and he lives in a condemned shotgun in a tiny town in the Ozarks. So he's way more fashionable than Deyn and further ahead of the curve: he's sported this look since the 80s.

Deyn's companion is committing the ultimate nasty no-no: loafers, sans socks, with shorts - and black loafers at that. If it's hot enough to wear shorts outside please do humanity a favor and abstain from stuffing your pasty, stanky feet into stiff leather loafers as the result is dangerous to clean air. Also, it smacks of the pasty-legged, corporate country club boys aesthetic, a "style" to which no one should aspire.

I don't get the guitar. I play guitar and I've never seen one carried through the streets like that. I've read before that she's in a band; does she actually play? Is this some crazy new Ashton Kutcher show called "Candid Catwalk" and she's using it as a prop? I don't know. Can they perhaps swing in somewhere and buy a case?

However. Deyn gets major points for the Paula Yates 'do. Eighties wash-out is again en vogue and she wears it well.

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