"Best $2k I Ever Spent!" A Fashion Week Dose Of Blue Steel At Supperclub

It's Fashion Week! And while that means some great parties, plenty of celebrity sightings, and some really cool clothes, it also means runway shows. Which are great, but, as has been pointed out before, LAFW always feels a little different from NY's. Some people (NYers) might tell you this is because NYC is somehow more inherently suited to high fashion and sophistication. And while this video of a sophisticated gigantic rat attacking a sophisticated sleeping hobo on the subway would seem to back that argument up, I think there's something more to it.

Maybe runway shows, with their inherent pretension and humorlessness (humor in fashion is called "playfulness," and is almost always unfunny), are too stodgy for us out here. Because maybe it's just me, but when I see the facial expressions of a runway model, all I can think of is somebody's angry girlfriend. Let's look!

"I can't believe you wore a fucking baseball hat to dinner with my parents. What are you, 12? I've never been so embarrassed in my life."

"You got a text while you were in the shower from some slut named Crystal. Is there something you want to tell me?"

"No, nothing. If you don't see anything wrong with going to watch basketball with your worthless friends while my aunt's dog that I've known since I was in middle school is in the hospital having surgery, then I guess you'd better just go."

"You weren't even paying attention, were you? Well then what was the last thing I just said? No, I was talking about my boss before I told you I was hungry. Asshole."

"That burger looks absolutely disgusting, I am not eating that. I can't believe you thought I'd like it. Do you even know me at all?"

"Well, it wasn't me, so that means it was either you or the dog. Are you seriously trying to blame the dog?"