London Opera Trenchcoat
Zack:"The Matrix" did some really bad things to fashion.
Dr. Thorpe:He looks like some kind of Anime character or something. He's about to whip out a sword that's twice as tall as he is and cut a little girl in half.
Zack:Nah, this guy obviously has giant revolvers and he fights vampires or ghosts or something.
Dr. Thorpe:You know, costumes like this look alright in movies if it's the future or something, but if you see a guy dressed like that on the street, you don't think he's a badass, you think "this guy jerks off to comic books."
Zack:This is what Blade would like if it were Japanese. Daywalker-kun.
Dr. Thorpe:This coat was actually inspired by the Italian Renaissance. We stand corrected.
Zack:Maybe the Neo Tokyo Renaissance.
Dr. Thorpe:Jeez, it would be so perfect to push this guy down the stairs. I'm not a violent guy, but can't you just see the appeal of that instantly? I don't even think it counts as violence. I just want to push him down those stairs and watch him get all tangled up in his London Opera Trenchcoat.
Zack:Oh yeah, definitely. That would be great. Just to see him flailing and flapping, hear his big buttons clanging on the steps, and then view the results. It's like an experiment. It's for science. They have to put black guys in the outfits this ridiculous so that white guys reading the International Male catalog will be like "hells yeah, that is off the hook."
Dr. Thorpe:Yeah, if it's all white guys, it would be a disaster. Imagine if a black person got a hold of the catalog and saw all those white people dressed like that. We'd never hear the end of it.
"Really, Holmes!" I dropped into my seat, shocked. "You are remarkably tall! What are you, six foot six? Six foot eight?"
As the 19th century diver approaches a giant clam, a flash of brilliant golden light flares from within the shell. I emerge in a swirl of bubbles and do the timeless universal underwater hand signals for the following: ZODIAC KILLER, KKK, BLOOD OF YOUTH
Fashion SWAT... the fashion industry is obsessed with impracticality. We know that what designers create was never meant to be worn by the grimy masses, but that doesn't somehow diminish how ridiculous many of these costumes are. Make no mistake, they are costumes, and like a Halloween prize pageant we will turn our discerning gaze on the grievous fashion misfires of Paris, Milan, and New York. We're not pulling any punches, and we're definitely not interested in making any friends. We're Joan Rivers without Melissa Rivers to temper our screeching. We're the Fashion Police in jack boots. We are Fashion SWAT.