Sometimes at Fashion Week, any number of publications will run articles in which they ask designers what inspired their collections, and those articles are always entertaining, because the answers are usually like, “sweat, humidity, and grime,” or “that moment between waking and sleep: ethereal dream fog,” or “the futility of our meaningless existence. Also, oranges.” And then Michael Kors will pop in and be like, “pretty ladies on yachts!” and you realize that, even if he is extremely tan, at least that man is honest.
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