Author: Clara
I saw a girl outside the underground station today wearing a £3,000 Balenciaga coat and no underwear. Her arse was out in the wind like she was advertising a new line of “distressed authenticity.” She looked at me like I was the one who was wrong for noticing.
These high fashion slags turn looking like they crawled out of a bin into a career. Starve, look dead-eyed, get paid. Poverty cosplay with a press release.
Used to think fashion was about looking good. Now it’s expensive anorexia sold as empowerment.
Everyone and their mama is on ozempic and it makes me sad : (