Really cool. Really, really, really, really, really, really, really...cool.

Fashion of course is just art by another name. Artists of course see things that the rest of us don't. Van Gogh saw flames in tree branches and leaves. Picasso saw a bull's head in a bicycle seat and handles. And like that. Some artists see things that the rest of us don't because they were dropped on their heads as infants, their mothers got too close to Chernobyl when they were in utero, they ingest LSD or they smoke crack cocaine. The chap or chap-ette who felt "inspiration" to create this fashion "art" was, in reality, feeling the effects of the latter constellation of environmental influences.

Art review for the day. I am Benjamin Harris, this is Public Occurrences and that is shit by any name.