Jul 18, 2010 8:15 AM
In our wide and varied travels across the information superhighway, in addition to the fierce and fabulous, we encounter the insane, the arcane, and the absolutely friggin' ridiculous. Sometimes the paraphernalia, tchotchkes, and fashion disasters we come across are so atrocious we have to vent our disbelief and horror, but know, dear readers, we share only the crème de la crap with you.
Fanny packs- really? We understand that fashion is cyclical and it all comes around again at some point, but there are certain ponies on the sartorial merry-go-round we wish would be jettisoned into a void of forgetfulness. The fanny pack is one such pony, but they are rearing up all over the place. As you can see, big labels are getting down with this trend - Zambos and Siega ($100), Gucci ($249), Rebecca MInkoff ($245), and Tory Burch ($195). Even Rhianna has been snapped rocking a Louis Vuitton monstrosity. Fashion has taken to calling them "waist bags" or "hip purses" but they can't fool us. It's a friggin' fanny pack - it's like buying a detachable fupa and a front butt is just never attractive. Who knows maybe this winter stage 5 camel toe will be all the rage, but you won't catch us wearing pants tight enough to strangle the old lady lips.