A week before the recently concluded Copenhagen Fashion Festival, I let out a sigh on Twitter:
When it comes to fashion, I am torn. I love it. I hate it. I love the creative and playful part, where new ideas are born, and the party is on. I cannot stand the part of Danish fashion that excludes people, the humorless, fear-ridden circus, run by a self appointed "fashion royalty", calling all the shots. It suffocates me. Every season it is the same show, in the same venues for the same people. Fashion is supposed to be about change. Where is the revolution?
Within minutes of my tweet, her coolness Tambourine Sam returned with a: "we could do our own thing?". Yes! Something. Anything. What could be done on short notice with what we had lying around? This is what we came up with:
I doubt it anyone noticed, but it was never about that, throwing in a little humor was just liberating. Fashion should be fun.
And then, just the other day, I spotted this:
Poster pimping is so the new black!