The Alta Roma fashion week, located in Rome, Italy, was filled with bizarre dresses that most likely made those in attendance scratch their heads in disbelief. There was a dress made out of a corset and a big umbrella.
And a dress in the shape of a huge red heart lined with cracks (I’m assuming it was broken).
Then there was the dress worn by the musical performer, a violinist hanging from a bellhop trolley. Her dress was red adorned with gold lines. Oh, and it had a long mermaid tail without the fin.
But none of these dresses were quite as fantastic (or horrifying, depending on your perspective) as Gianni Molaro’s boob gown. At first, it wasn’t entirely clear what this dress was supposed to be. The runway model walked down the catwalk with her hands folded over her chest as if she were bound in a straight jacket. From the waist down, the flesh-colored dress was shaped like an hour glass with a cross sewn over the crotch.
However, once the model dropped her arms to her side, it become obvious that the dress was a boob gown. There was a huge single breast covering the entire center of her body. And believe me, this breast was pretty huge. If it were the product of a breast enlargement procedure, it would have broken all of Sheyla Hershey’s records for largest implant. But thankfully, the uni-boob was just a piece of fabric.
I’m not sure what to make of this dress. It is certainly ugly and horrifying. I can’t imagine anyone ever wearing it other than on the runway of a fashion show. It doesn’t seem very comfortable, and it certainly would be inappropriate for most occasions (can you see someone showing up to a wedding or a job interview in that thing?). But there it was at the Alta Roma fashion week, in all its one-breasted glory.
I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t get the point of fashion shows or the crazy dresses that are designed for them. You would think that these designers would want to show off something that a normal person would actually buy, but clearly that is not the case at Alta Roma fashion week. Luckily, I’m not charged with dissecting the finer points of the fashion industry. If that were the case, my blog would be an abject failure. I guess in future posts, I’ll just stick to what I know how to do best – mock the absurdities of the plastic surgery world.
