As a straight A student, the mere hypothetical dilemma of falling short of excellence runs a chill down my slightly crooked spine (a side effect of hours spent hunched over a drafting table, perfecting my craft, obviously).  I recoil at the thought of being given a task and not meeting and exceeding the brief.  So, you can imagine my shock and disappointment to see so many flops walk the Met gala carpet.  

As a fan of fashion and art, the gala is something I look forward to every year.  It’s like the Olympics of style.  The 2020 cancellation of the event was devastating, but ultimately forgiven, as the world state of affairs was a bit of a shit show (and unfortunately continues to be), however, I think everyone, myself included, was hoping for a redemption in 2021.  Instead, we got the Kardashians playing to-scale shadow puppets and men being mediocre (as per usual).  When grandma’s old throw blanket is the chicest couture in the house, we know we have a problem.  

Continued disappointment cast a shadow over the rest of the month when the hybridization of fashion houses unveiled a new creature: Fendace.  Some are citing it as the possible end of logo mania.  The double “F” that broke the fun fur camel’s back.  But if you’ve been strutting the earth for long enough, you already know, if anything there will only be a pause, until a younger generation re-discovers the trend with noted enthusiasm while thrifting through another generation’s identity.  Fashion is cyclical.  Before you know it, the newborns of 2021 will be worshiping at the monolithic thrown of Fendace, while the rest of us sip our herbal tea and brush the biscuit crumbs from our logo-less designer sweatsuits.