Wednesday, 21 February 2007

Upon the fretful porpentine

This is from a recent catwalk show staged last week at a school hall in an East London back street by a fashion designer called Giles Deacon.

It is inappropriate, perhaps, to include it in my widely-acclaimed series of posts under the title Hats of Significance, for it represents a conscious (and successful) effort to be silly, and usually I choose only creations which are unintentionally comic.

It was just the glazed, trancelike expression on the model’s face which intrigued me, although, come to think of it, models always look like that and, with the sort of thing they have to wear in public, who can blame the little dears?

14 comments:

Minerva said...

Too emaciated to eat their hats?

Tony said...

Hi there Min

Minerva said...

Well, that was hardly friendly was it?

Tony said...

What d'you mean, Min?
What I wrote was just a friendly greeting, short for: Thank you for your comment, Miss Minerva, it is nice to welcome you to OMF once again.

Minerva said...

Ah...I thought it was short for Hello yet again Minerva and what silly pun are you going to inflict on my readers and on myself this time?

Tony said...

Most noble sister, you have done me wrong.
In such a time as this it is not meet
That every nice offence should bear your comment
Do not presume too much upon my love...

(and I bet I know what your reply to this will be)

Minerva said...

Is it come to this?

Minerva said...

You have done that you should be sorry for.
There is no terror, Tony, in your threats,
For I am arm'd so strong in honesty
That they pass by me as the idle wind,
Which I respect not

Tony said...

Well, that was hardly friendly was it?

Still, it could have been worse; I expected you to say:
Away, slight man.

Barbara said...

Why are you being so horrid to my friend Tony? He's an absolute pussy cat.

Minerva said...

Me? *looking around* ME?? Horrible? I don't have a mean bone in my body.. I thought he enjoyed this?!

Barbara said...

Well, yes, dear, he probably does, but like most elderly Englishmen he gets all upset when young women say unkind things to him, so you have to be careful.

Minerva said...

Thank you SO much Barbara, for calling me young.. You have made my day!

Barbara said...

Well, you certainly seem to be young and rather sweet, but the internet being what it is for all I know you are a grumpy, elderly, retired steelworker living in Pittsburgh.