It’s Friday And I’m Wound Up

( While I’m wound-up, Gareth Pugh “winds down” Paris Fashion Week. Photo: Reuters.

Fashion Month is over, it’s Friday, I’m tired, I’m bloated, I can’t find my keys, I can’t reach my toes, my mind is foggy, my bum hip hurts, my grey roots need help (I’m out of developer), I’m out of Metamucil, I’m out of ideas, I forgot to take my Lexapro, I forgot to take a deep breath, my hot night was not the good kind, but the bad kind consisting of hot flashes and excessive sweating. I am a vision of middle-age malaise.

This is where the goofiness of fashion can entertain and make me forget about my various funks.

For more coverage and photos of the craziest looks to come out of Paris, check out this great piece from International Business Times here.

TGIF.

Vacuum packed fashion from Dutch designer Iris Van Herpen. Just looking at this makes me perspire.

A bad hair day at Junya Watanabe. Photo: Reuters.