Former cowboy Traver Rains and infamous club kid Richie Rich, showed their latest collection for their label Heatherette, in New York yesterday. Their aesthetic is, in a nutshell- 'crazed-club-kid- meets-award-show-chic'.
Sounds simply enough to me...
Then THIS thing came walking down the runway!
Yikes! It's like a hot homeless guy, who got in a fight the night before and lost all his clothes, has, in a Crystal Meth induced frenzy, created a wondrously commanding garbage bag cape that is now the envy of all his fellow deadbeats. After basking in their muted, and slightly smelly affection, he has then triumphantly picked up his prissy street dog 'Miss Scrappy Pinkerbell' and accidentally stumbled into the Heatherette runway show. Or at least that's what Richie Rich would like us to believe.
"Please HELP me. I CAN'T BREATH. I know it looks like this thing is part of the outfit, but I swear it's not. I went out for a quick ciggie before the show and as I was leaning down to put out my butt a raccoon ran up and attached itself to my neck! I think the sparkling gold on my arm startled him! Is Anna Wintour in the audience?... Anna can you please shot him with your gun? I fear I won't make it much further down this runway...!"
Most people thought it was part of the runway theatrics. But really the model was responding to an 80-year old, bingo playing, Valium chomping, cross-stitch loving woman, by the name of Ruth, who was angered that the model had stolen her 'lucky' poncho.
And lastly, but not leastly, America's No. 1 transsexual, Amanda Lepore. Dressed as the good witch from the Wizard of Oz, with trademark collagen lips and overflowing fake breasts, came close to being the most natural thing in the entire show.
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