Molly Young: On Fashion
I have often remarked generally that the Fashion industry is, well, bullshit. But I’ve never managed to muster the clumsy eloquence of Molly Young.
An impolitic reaction, but: flipping through fashion ads of the New York Times Style Magazine is how I imagine it feels to be a cruel popular girl rebuffing the friendship overtures of uncool girls.
Pages and pages of expensive products sheathed on dumb-looking models in ludicrous scenarios leads to a feeling of imperviousness, first, followed by assaulted vanity and then disgust at such evident desperation.
Appeals to vain consumption feel very uncool right now. “Coolness” is not generally a good index of something’s (or someone’s) validity, but an exception might have to be made here.
I wish I could write as she does.
