While we're not entirely sure he intended to come across as an avid fan of the great Cruella de Vil, there's something that screams 'murder' amongst the many layers of why-this-outfit-is-so-wrong. It's as though someone decided to throw together the greatest fashion faux-pas of the last century together on one outfit, and dragged Joe, high on happy-pills, to the mirrorless fitting room. And how I wish it really was just so.
I'll spare readers the picture of the cute animal that made the greatest sacrifice for the sake of the collar. The material that the jacket and matching pants are made from looks something similar to my Aunty Tina's suede sofa and matching curtains, circa 1950. Apparently, though, the designer was not satisfied with the sofa effect, adding satin to give the jacket a more 'bed' feeling. The deep v-neck does everything to remind us that Joe should, at his age, leave his playboy days behind him, and with the missing second button, probably the pizza-and-beer days too.
Light-catching material was never designed to be worn at events where photographer's flashbulbs are constantly going off, and this shows (how to word this politically correctly...) at the beginning of the pants. And the legs! The legs! I can so see it! The crazy, * designer kneeling at Joe's feet, drawling with his Parisian accent - "ze legs will be zjust fine! Eef we hem eet up..non, non, zat will draw away from ze beautiful suede...we muzt zjust pull ze legs up over ze boots! Zat is it!", before ordering his assistants to forcibly restrain Joe whilst pushing scarily space-looking genderless boots to complete the bizarre ensemble. And as Joe, in a fleeting moment of sanity, questions whether all the materials are really necessary, someone passes him a green bottle of absinthe as reassurance and...
...and well, pushed him off to the 2006 TVB anniversary gala, telling him that even though he wouldn't win best male actor, at least the next day he'd still feature in the magazines.
© peggy jean
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