Fashion, today, has turned to fiction. It's all about make-believe, show-off and the pointless urge to express wealth and status through soulless items of clothing. Nothing is what it seems anyway.
Fashion, today, heralds the sensational and the outlandish, which rather farcically borders on the vain and the useless. Life is a stage, that's for sure, but every play must come to an end, at one point.
Fashion, today, goes way too fast, in an endless cycle of destruction that denies progress and consistency. Nothing lasts, of course, but there's a reassuring quality to timelessness.
Fashion, today, has stopped talking to people, escaping into the realm of selfish image-making. What's fashion when it is not worn? Glossy ephemera that's soon forgotten.