Zack: This week's Fashion SWAT we're going to blaze a course through an unusually large number of our RetroSWAT remnants. These images were too bad to forget, but unworthy of a full critical analysis. Dr. Thorpe and myself have decided to unleash a rapid-fire Blitzkrieg on the remaining images.
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Around the web and back again to you, the lord of the webrings.
For every two dollars spent, you get just under one skeleton. A troubling proposition.
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.