Sure, I may be a Fashion Week novice, but I know a good thing when it hits me in the camera lens: Qasimi’s A/W 09 collection struck a perfect balance between drama and defilé. Shown in a church in Marylebone with opera in the background, the immaculately tailored Victorian gothica outfits borrowed as much from The Matrix as they did from Tim Burton movies.
Oh, to be wheeled to the banks of the river Styx by an immaculately attired angel of death who smells like lilies and brimstone and softly murmurs songs of praise in a stately baritone.
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Throwing black-girl goth boots and a white-guy business blazer on a sweaty Brazilian banger is like, wait, I don’t give a shit what you throw on this piece of shit.
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