Paris Fall RTW- Crazy John's fashion show
It was fright night at the John Galliano show over the weekend in Paris. Models dressed as if they had crawled out of the ground, strutted down the runway in vintage inspired dresses.
Make-up extraordinaire Pat McGrath, didn't so much 'provided' make-up for the girls as, 'grab them by the back of their heads and pound their faces into her make-up case'.
Bruised zoombie hookers, are so chic right now.
"What me drunk?...(burp, little spew) are yooouusssee crazy?... I'm just having a good night out in my little black dress of despair, nusssing tooo worrry about!"
Imagine waking up in the middle of the night and seeing this scary bitch staring down at you? I'm getting shivers just thinking about it. Put her back in the clown cemetery where you found her John!
"S'up bitches? Yeah I'm dead and shit, you gotta a mother fucking problem with that? Quit looking at me like you never seen a battered and bruised deceased bitch strutting down a runway... you making me uncomfortable."
"Just popping down to the shop to get some ingredients for my brew! 1 teaspoon of my dead lovers tears, 1 cup of semen from the scrotum of an angry Irish man and the toe nails of a banished Mormon. Thank god for 7-11 I say!"
And then the man himself wandered out in what can only be described as an 'eclectic' outfit. Gumboots, pyjamas, rake and vest covered in war medals and flowers certainly says, 'welcome to Looneyville, population 1, where the buffet serves nothing but crazy salad and nutcase fondue.' But then we'd expect nothing less from John. And what a boring place it'd be without him.
.............................................................
