I wouldn’t say I’m too terribly entrenched in the fashion world that I’ve become blissfully unaware of the hilarious absurdity that is a Lady Gaga outfit. Or for that matter, the absurdity of any number of fashion trends. I love McQueen but before I knew the story behind Plato’s Atlantis, I have to admit that I was ready to throw up my hands at how ridiculous fashion has become. Come on Karl, the Fall 2010 collection for Chanel took me back to a galaxy far, far away and not in the cool Queen Amidala headpiece way.
I find myself defending much of what Gaga and fashion does with generic excuses like, “It’s art,” or “But it’s Armani, HELLO!” or “So what if these look like armadillos? I’m fierce.”
Last night’s Glee was a welcome respite from the oft grandeur and absurd delusions of the fashion world in which we live. Kurt’s McQueen’s and Rachel’s beenie baby costume had me dying of laughter. Only then did I realize that me watching this satirical showcase – or heartfelt tribute, whatever the case may be – was the equivalent of non-fashiony people looking at fashion: it’s quality entertainment that sometimes makes us laugh.
While some of us may still be defending Lady Gaga’s choice of costume, er, clothing when meeting the Queen of England, the rest of the world outside of our fashiony bubble are on Finn’s side saying, “No really, this is a shower curtain.”
There’s always a lighter side to fashion that we should not be quick to take so seriously. No small thanks to a musical comedy about high school misfits for the small reminder.