Whereas a woman whether she is interested in babies or microbes or husbands or poetry or servants or parallelograms or gardens or Plato or bridge – is fundamentally and always interested in clothes.
– Jean Webster

Sad but true.  Or as Mark Twain once said, “Naked people have little to no influence in society.”  Which is odd, then, that London fashion is so bizarre.  London is supposed to be one of the great fashion capitals of the world, but to be honest, the style here is ridiculous.  No doubt my more fashionable friends and travelling companions will berate me for saying so, but bright orange leggings under tiny shorts, a badly shaped, see through shirt topped off with a vest, and hair that looks as if it had not seen a shower in weeks is not good fashion.  Fashionable, maybe, but still not good.  Another quote to explain this, perhaps: “Fashion is, by its nature, a thing so ugly that we have to change it every six months,” Oscar Wilde.

In order to fix this the girls and I went to the Victoria and Albert Museum’s fashion exhibit to admire some of the equally outrageous fashions of days gone by.  High on my list of reasons to be grateful for living in the modern age is the fact that I’m not forced to wear a corset to be considered well dressed.