Needless to add, the crowd lived upto the fashion show. People all ages showed up in all sorts of fashion. From accessories to shoes to clothes to hats. Each in its own telling a little about their personality and perhaps their attitude. I was in absolute heaven. It was the best couple of hours I had spent in a long while.
Retro chic was largely "in". Polka dots, greta-garbo hats, headbands, scarves, hepburn-style pants, big super-size-sunglasses, big colorful prints, dobby-pants for men and women and the like. Suddenly I was transported back into the 60s again. Talk about recycling. Admittedly though, the clothes did look uber chic.
In the midst of all this creativity though was one person that stuck out like a sore thumb. The director of the fashion school! A woman about 45-50 years of age dressed in an ill-fitted suit with shoulder pads!!!! And the clincher - bold gold jewellery! As she stood there making the opening speech, I was cringing in pain. From what I had heard she was supposedly very wealthy and you could tell she had a sense of power and command. Whatever it was it didnt show from what she was wearing. Maybe she was trying to make up for the balance in this world. Or maybe she was a little ahead of her times..If people are going back to the 60s in their sense of style, maybe she just went back to the 80s when shoulder pads and gold jewelry was in!! Whatever it was, it wasnt working!
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i have the youtube fever too and i love to watch 90's romantic naach-gaanas.
abby, i am still shocked by what i saw. they have a 40+ looking dude who is 6 ft and above and is wearing dark yellow blazers and darker yellow trousers (with a yellow tie? i could not see it) and a 18+ looking 5 ft coy gurl who is wearing almost-gypsie dress with a cowgurl belt abd zhumkees as beeg as eiffel tower (and shoes that resemble the ones in asterix and obelix comics) and some 130+ lbs 'extras' dancing around in a groupe, wearing bridesmaid dress. abby, they are all singing 'kabhi bhoola kabhi yaad kiya', again and again and are all dancing on a steep mountain.
abby, we need you and we need you in your super-wooman outfit (no legally blonde outfit, plzzzz) and fight all this fashion crime and bring those yesteryears bollywood muvvies' 'kostoom'-designers to justice and make youtube watching, a happy and pleasant experience, for once and all.
where is abby when you need her??????/
--scared youtubizen in bay area.
I went to Doll House and had the worst experience of my life. I ordered a dress 3 months before my formal and it didn’t come in. she told me the dress was customized but was told a week before my formal that they could not do it and was told to chose another dress from the shop which upset me as I had my heart set on the dress I ordered. Thank you Doll House for destroying my only formal it was the worst time.
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