GBSB actually. This week, the swinging 60s. Mondrian dresses, PVC raincoats, and iconic 60s jackets.
Shoot me quick, I actually enjoyed it!
Beardy man still needs a hefty thump, Mrs Tango is beyond bearing, but Edna Mode’s expressions continue to delight me. The judging was reasonable, the right person went home, I didn’t feel the need to shout. Dammit.
A rather severe distraction was offered by Edna’s choice of frock this week though. She has that ‘art teacher chic’ thing going on, which I love, but I couldn’t quite work out what the flying fuck was going on with her garment. It was some sort of huge tentlike thing, with bits attached in pleats and strips and folds and tucks, then painted over in what looked like orange acrylic paint. Very odd. It fascinated me to the extent that I had to keep pausing the recording when she was moving about, just to try to work out what was what.
Here’s me doing 60s
And here’s me IN the 60s