Posts Tagged ‘Clavin Klein’

One thing I love about reading fashion blogs is that I’m always being alerted to the latest, and often-times craziest, of trends.
And don’t get me wrong, I love crazy. I love a bit of Alexander Mcqueen platforms and Miu Miu madness, I do I do I do, but sometimes designers take it just one step too far.

And this time, it’s not the female collections which have caused many a pore to sweat profusely by the side of the runway. It’s the menswear.

Over the past few seasons, menswear has taken on some radically weird and arguably wonderful changes. For me, it started with the “handkerchief” scarfs. You know those things with the tassles and the frayed bits and the Arabian checker design? Yeah, those. It always struck me as queer (excuse the pun) how heterosexual men and women could live harmoniously side by side whilst very obviously wearing matching accessories, fascinating as those hankie-scarfs were.

As if that wasn’t weird enough, fashion suddenly dictated that men wore skinny jeans and across-the-body satchels, thanks partly to the rising success of chat-show weirdo / comedian Russell Brand.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I think skinny jeans can work on the male species, providing they’re worn by guys with an alternative edge and are not so tight they appear to strangle the upper thighs, henceforth revealing the truth that yes, only women do seem to suffer from the hideously-termed “thunder thighs”.
After all, why can’t men mess around with the skinny jeans fad, especially since us women long-ago decided to steal the trilby and “boyfriend” garments from them? (Sorry about that boys…)

But now, the line must be drawn. Meggings, a.k.a “man leggings” have hit the runway, and it’s time to make a stand. From the simple mock-denim to the less inconspicuous PVC and sequins… this new trend is giving us women all the more reason to hang up our own leggings for good.

Personally, I believe that if your name isn’t Batman, Robin, or Superman, you shouldn’t go within a yard of this trend. Bright red, yellow and green spandex highlighting perfectly toned gluteus maximii should be left for the television screens, and nothing more. The thought of average Bob strutting down the street in his straining PVCs… it’s enough to wipe out everyone in the ‘hood, that’s for sure.

As for sequinned meggings; I’m not sure I can say the word without wanting to retch. Does the fashion industry really have that little respect for its followers that it would sell this monstrosity to mankind?! I can see Mr. Marni and Calvin Klein right now, laughing and snorting most amicably as they sort through their rails of exotic fabrics and patterns; Mr. Calvin emerging from his rail donning a pair of gold sequinned leggings, and deciding over several tumblers of Vodka and Whisky that this shall be the new trend for Menswear 2010 (giggling and mocking all the while, of course). After all, sequinned meggings could hardly have been decided in all the seriousness and soberness of a boardroom, could it?!

So there you have it, ladies and gentlemen, the meggings. From the slightly more subtle and stretchy denim to the hideously bright and shiny and sequinned: make of it what you will, but there is no way my boyfriend, nor any man I know, will be donning this trend. (Unless it’s “Superhero” night down at the student union, of course).
What do you think of this trend? Is it harmlessly embracing men’s inner femininity, or is it emasculating the once scruffy, rugged-looking men we all once knew and loved? For all those shameless “anti-fashion” males who read this site, will you be donning this trend once it hits your local high street? I sincerely hope not…