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Lauren Conrad in West Hollywood (3/14)
Remember Lauren Conrad’s fashion show last week? Remember how you were thinking “wait a minute, that bitch is a fashion designer?!” Well don’t feel too bad about it. Her line blows ass. Someone at New York magazine who knows way more about fashion than me wrote:
“Inside the Sad, Bizarre World That Was The Lauren Conrad Show”
Lauren claimed the line was inspired by her recent trip to Paris, and given how obviously and ham-handedly this influence was translated into the clothes, we’re frankly surprised she didn’t style the girls with baguettes and giant wheels of Brie. Let’s just say…there were berets involved, and, overall, the collection was sadly kind of tragique. We expected a line of derivative but serviceably-adorable cocktail dresses much like what Lauren herself wears around town — you know, the type of stuff she probably bought a season ago from BCBG and loved. Instead, we got paper-thin leggings with lazy and plain triangle shirts, cheap-looking fabric more befitting a Target line than anything you’d pay boutique prices for, and a terrible color palette that would give Michael Kors an aneurysm.
Photos do the line more favors than an up-close look — hardly anything was properly fitted, many of the dresses bunched in the back, and one model’s boobs were totally squeezing out of the top of her dress. (Source)
I cant help but get the feeling this is somehow my fault. I should have never eaten that Nutri-Grain bar just hours before I walked down the runway. I’m such a fatty!
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big thighs!