Didn’t these ungrateful wretches realize that Fashion Week had billed the unveiling of Hillary Clinton’s Empty Pants Suit Collection as its main event? Hadn’t New York’s brightest pre-anointed Hillary as the elite of the fashionably elite? Poor lady, no wonder she cries.
Empty pants suit after empty pants suit paraded down the runway. However, there were no checks, no patterns, no bright colors, no top that was not an exact match to the solid bottom.
At least one could marvel at the precision of the creases, each more exact than the next as if the designer were wanting us to judge a May Day review.
Although it would be impossible to call Hillary’s Empty Pants Suit Collection beautiful, some outfits did rise to the level of handsome.
The main event was the full-collar wrinkle-free stiff-backed muslin in solid royal blue and stuffed in all the right places. Even the happy clappy roger sandwiched next to me who hadn’t said a word all evening emitted an “Ooooo.”
However, only the fashion correspondent from MSNBC had the audacity to show his true feelings by exactly placing two pinched fingers on the end of his nose.
Perhaps Versace was right; Hillary Clinton should ditch the trousers.