On June 27th, Dame John Galliano planted another punky little pipe bomb on men's fashion (oh god.), with his Spring 09 men's collection, devoted to...em...well...either how he wished he looked in weird shit, or Carrot Top.
I definitely appreciate his vision for women, so to be fair I must point out the relative youth of his men's line (started in 04, I believe?). That said, allow me, self-appointed citizen-elect of the peanut gallery, to remind us all that there is no half life to the asininity of a Galliano men's collection.
I know, I know, it's not your birthday, but I'm giving you a treat anyway:
I think Fall o7's theme was dirty dick:
(observe the coneboob comeback)
An appropriate tableau: