Wednesday, September 29, 2010
I'm continually frustrated by the accolades Gareth Pugh receives for his work. Not because I find his fashion particularly bad (although it is damn unwearable) but because of his insistence on the black and white check in a smashed mirror look. It is houndstooth through the looking glass and its time has come... and gone. It's like piecing together scraps from the floor of the dressing rooms of an Alice in Wonderland set that have first been eaten and passed by chickens. If you need that much black and white in your life... go play Go.