Fashion Wonders

Every special awards event to do with entertainment ends up a fashion show. If the award has anything to do with the arts: film, music, fashion, dance and so on, the arrivals and departures of the subjects has become a designer fashion show. The media takes special space to mention the designers' names while giving little time to dwell on the reason for the award that the wearers have won. There are media cats prowling about with hand mikes and camera trailers interviewing the winners who are made up so that it is a wonder how they can speak without cracking. If you have watched the day long preparations given to these talented people who are forced to go through this routine to heighten their ratings, you might feel the wonderment I do. But I am full to the gills of fashion foolishness. I am tired of the bevy of brides and their white gowns made by those who feed on the event like nuptial sharks.  Most of fashion is fakery from the boning and padding in the rental dresses to the impossible stiletto heeled shoes, the rich loaned jewelry and the professional make-up and hairdo teams who all make it a circus. When there are people in the world struggling for freedom, food and security, it feels unseemly to find runways such as in these events in big cities anywhere in the world with togs that run average cost enough to feed, clothe and relocate hundreds for a very long time on a show that lasts only a few hours. There is something about it that disgusts me. But I could be wrong. And yes, I have heard how these things are good because they employ the masses. Somehow that doesn't seem to compute since most of the workers who make the cast offs from the industries involved, work for minimum wage and do so  only because it's better than starvation. But not much. Not long ago, I went to my e-zine site to see what the NYC guys are doing fashion-wise and what I saw, made me ponder. It's not their fancy full length dresses or the ruffled and frilled suits or the cute little kilt skirts or even the darling floral accessories that bother me. Persons may dress how they wish. The trouble I have is with  my own reaction that makes me wonder if I am giving male fashion its fair due. Females dress in outlandish and horrifically detailed garb that takes months to create with hoards of little stitchers working day and night to prepare for the shows, so it's all part of the game I suppose. Seeing the male models that defy determining their sex because of their hair styles, unusual designs and heavy make-up, made me question whether I ought to feel mystified at all. Is it fair? The fashion industry does this all the time. It loves to surprise us. And determining the models' sex has nothing to do with it. It is simply the fashion world's push to show off something  unsung or newly invented or that which shocks and amuses and ultimately entertains. There isn't really anything wrong with that. So why does it disturb? I continue to wonder which is perhaps the whole point: wonderment.