German designerPatrick Mohr vomited out another collection worthy of the ‘WTF?’ label. I mean, this is pretty minimalistic compared to his last show. He might as well had his model call at the meth clinic next to the Port Authority on 8th Ave. Seriously, I’ve come across folks looking like this in the wee hours of the night on a Bonanza bus headed north. Usually, they start talking to themselves and then it becomes a one-man show like , The Vagina Monologues. Entertaining, actually. Anywho-(ha), I’m trying to focus on the clothes and not the makeup and it still spells F.U.G to me. Whoever’s financing this dude must be blind.
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