'Cause Nothing Says "Respect"...

...like a tattoo of that word in your crotch. That everyone can see. Because you're naked in a Playboy centerfold. Riiiight. (The link to the full picture is totally NSFW, of course.)

Fall(ing) Fashion

Ugh. I'm sick and can't even be properly miserable, as things are busy at work and I have to be there (and work long, long hours). Today I showed up in one of my least fashionable ensembles: jeans, Chuck Taylors, and a Rainbow Brite hoodie. Schlumpy, but comfy.

On the other end of the sartorial spectrum, Fall Fashion Week is about to begin. Let's kick off with a look at the Top Five Runway Falls. Hm. That must be the top five most recent runway falls, as the list omits Naomi Campbell's spectacular 1993 topple from those infamous Vivienne Westwood platforms.

And, for the pièce de résistance, watch the clip below for more model-falling hilarity.

The Best of the Worst (2007 Fashion Shows)

Every year I find some ghastly offerings for my viewing pleasure in New York magazine's fashion week(s) section; this year was no different. Here are just a few highlights:

From Giles Deacon:

Yeah, so when did flinging a sheepskin on a model become haute couture?

From Brian Reyes:

The clothes—not so bad. Ugly, but not a travesty. The dead beaver on the model's head—ew. Totally kicks it up a notch from ugly to fugly.

From Luca Luca:

Okay, in this case I don't suppose I can really blame the designers. The model looks otherworldly. And by otherworldly I don't mean ethereal. I mean unearthly. Alien. Yes. She looks like a freaking space alien. Honey, it's time to phone home. Your Martian parents are worried about you. And they wish you'd eat a little something.