22.8.16

Da-da's 2016 Back-to-School Fashion Extravaganza


Oh, that "got-sick-in-a-taxi" hostage chic.

Nothing says, "HUH?" like kids back-to-school fashion... well, except maybe for "election" year confusion. Anyway, here are Da-da's picks for most incomprehensible (mostly male, as Da-da has boys) fashion that you hope you don't see on your kid's campus. Anyway, here we go:

To begin with, we have this lovely mylar/skyscraper trash/dehumanization motif:

Kiss me, stupid: I'm recyclable.

DIY cabal-wear for the angry and dispossessed.



This seems to describe how we all feel these days.


Van Gogh-art-dumpster WHACK always seems to work.

Then there's this Kubrick-y anti-Spongebob homage to Christo (for day and evening and Halloween):

Also doubles as a Cardinal's confession booth.


"I got a rock."


You may kiss the... er... obelisk?

 Then... some designer happened to get their old Green Hornet/HOSTAGE rerun jones on:

Let's MOVE, Cato. [BONK]

While all-of-the-above is relatively predictable in an Orwellian Utopia such as ours, we now move into more practical disguises...


That walking-leather-sofa look for blending in at furniture stores.


All the Pretty United Refugee Flags of Benetton.

Not to leave the women out, there were a few telling looks:


Che Matin Cafe Table Pain-Cabesa. (Java spigot in rear.)


That Electric Crunchy Frog look of Eltonian Mechanics.



America's look of the future?

And yes, we have the "crossovers"...

O you strapless brute.


That Winston Churchill look of equine catering.


"Maxine Headroom: Clean-up on aisle 9."

Jean. Baptiste. Immanuel. ZORG.


O Gattica meets a radiologist's lead apron.


Escape From NY meets 9 1/2 Weeks. Krikey.

End of the human race, anyone?

For that ancient Asian chemo-therapy androgyne inside all of us.

Lao Tzu, you sexy beast.

The sound of one scrotum growing hair at the speed of FABULOUS.

Then we have that retro-dash of masculinity via GIANT CREAMY KNITS!


Big Baby Blue Macrame Mittens say I LOVE YOU.

Bust a pink macrame cap, homie.

And finally, we have Da-da's favorite: work clothes for people who will never work a day in their lives, but want to look vaguelly work-y:


Aye, lass. I do have a JOB.

(That Japanese translates as, "I am a mustachio'd pantomime Cristin Glover Love Machine 3000.")

Ello, guvnor. Where'dya wan' tha' body?

And last -- and least -- the Ultimate Look for 2017:

Future CEO.

3 comments:

James said...

I was going to say some quite clever things, but after review of the pictures, no one, not even Dorothy Parker could top what the outfits say.

A Man Called Da-da said...

Too kind as usual, Commander Bond.

James said...

I was thinking a little more about these people in the pictures and wondered what would happen if they ran into the Leadbetters. I hope this isn't an imposition.
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