Hallo Readers,
Last Sunday morning, somewhat later than the advertised programme, Israel stopped bombarding Gaza, which it had carried on doing until the very last minute, and entered into a ceasefire which is supposed to last for six weeks at least. The delay was that Hamas had failed to supply the names of the three hostages they were supposed to release that day as part of the ceasefire agreement. Eventually, the names were duly given and the three young women was swapped for nearly 100 prisoners held in Israeli gaols. More hostages are due to be released during the coming weeks, one of whom is a baby. Who knows how many of these hostages are still alive? Fortunately, the three who were reunited with their families looked well, although it is impossible to gauge whether there is psychological damage. But then there is damage, physical, bodily and psychological, all across the region and Gaza itself is flattened almost into oblivion. Yes, many Hamas fighters have been killed but so have countless thousands of civilians, and you just know those fighters who were killed have been replaced by others.
The next day in Washington DC, the 47th President took the oath of office in front of his adoring supporters and others forced to attend by reason of protocol. The freezing temperatures meant that the ceremony was indoors before a limited audience in the Rotunda for the main event. Rather like synagogues on the high holy days, there was an overflow room upstairs, to which he had relegated senators, congressman and governors, their seats taken downstairs by billionaire tech bros various, mega donors and several personalities found civilly liable for sexual assault. Like 47 himself. And then there was the overflow’s overflow, a sports arena for the hoi polloi who would normally have been standing outside watching the spectacle. This gave 47 the chance to give not one, not two, but three speeches, each more rabid than the last one. WTF, fearing for her mental health, did not watch them, but has since seen snippets. By the time he got to the sports arena, it was public knowledge that he was going to free the January 6 rioters whom he had taken to calling hostages;,even, against all indications, those who had violently attacked police officers trying – unsuccessfully – to keep them out of the very place which now saw the inauguration of the man they claimed had been robbed of the election four years earlier. He called up onto the stage the families of some of the Israeli hostages, where he commiserated with them and boasted of his role in the ceasefire deal. Then, with them still standing there behind him, he addressed the faithful who had waited all day for His Coming, and talked about the “hostages” he intended to free within hours. Because in his narcissistic, sociopathic, sick mush of a mind, there was no distinction between a group of innocent people, including children and a baby, snatched from their homes and from a music festival in an outbreak of murderous barbarism, and a crowd of cultist thugs who beat police officers and roamed the building seeking to hang the Vice President for upholding the Constitution and the Speaker of the House because she was a Democrat. And now the January 6 mobsters are pardoned while a few ultra-violent ones had their sentences commuted. And they are out and free, unrepentant and vowing bloody retribution against their persecutors. While the Israeli hostages and their families still wait and hope they can go home.
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We start our review of the week’s comical clobber in Washington DC at the Inauguration where the new First Lady turned up with a face like thunder in funereal navy by Adam Lippes (rarely for her, an American designer), towering stilettos by Manolo Blahnik and a huge hat by Eric Javits.
Various comparisons have been drawn for her outfit, like the cartoon characters Hamburglar and Carmen Santiago, with whom WTF is unfamiliar. WTF was originally going for Marlon Brando in Guys and Dolls and then WTF aficionado Yvonne from Jedburgh solved the whole matter by pointing out Mrs 47’s remarkable resemblance to someone called Soho George (London Soho, not Manhattan Soho), who is Soho’s Artist in Residence.
Meanwhile, the purpose of the absurd hat (hers, not his) became clear, namely to fend off any attempt by her horrible husband to kiss her. It is the couture equivalent of a chastity belt and it worked, because he was repelled by the brim just as she was repelled by him. Oh, and extra minus points for the fake tan foot blotch.
Also making it to the front row was Trump mega-donor Miriam Adelson, who stumped up at least $100m for 47’s campaign. As she is a billionaire, she can afford it.
And as she is a billionaire, $32 billion to be exact, she can also afford a hairdresser and a decent outfit but appears to have dispensed with both. What the hell is she wearing? She looks like Lawrence of Arabia in a bad wig. Which is an odd choice of attire, given that she is Israeli-born and a fervent Zionist.
This one is a shocker. It is the appalling Lauren Sanchez, fiancée of the world’s second richest man, Jeff Bezos. Get a load of this.
Lauren pitched up in the front row for the Inauguration in the Rotunda wearing a white Alexander McQueen suit which was several sizes too small, and a white lacy bra showing much tittage. It was wildly inappropriate but then that’s Lauren, whose raison d’être is to flash her enhanced bits and pieces to an aghast public and her smitten fiancé. Meanwhile, she has undergone so much interference with the workings of nature that she looks like Victoria Beckham’s mum.
And of course there was the whole 47 family in attendance, with daughter Ivanka dressed demurely in Christian Dior. But scroll down slowly.
OMG. Is she wearing a codpiece?
Away from the inauguration, we enc0unter singer FKA Twigs out and about in New York wearing Kim Shui.
Here is the problem. This is as ugly as ugly can be, with an extra helping of ugly and side orders of peekaboo and underboob. Some slavering reptile has paid a heavy price…..
And finally we are at the XMA Awards in Hollywood to see alleged singer and actress Coco Lovelock wearing not a lot. Careful now….
All altogether now. AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!! If an Aztec peasant went to Hollywood, this is what he would look like……
This week’s It’s Got To Go comes from WTF aficionado Carol from Guildford, who was aghast at the Manchester City fourth kit which they wore against PSG in Paris this week, where they got thoroughly thumped. Ready? You won’t be….
That is truly revolting. It is like a bucket of pastel vomit. It is ridiculous that teams are permitted to rip off its fans with endlessly changing kits, but at least make them nice kits. It’s Got to Go.
OK Readers, that’s your lot for this week. Keep your tip top comments coming through (they have been sparse of late and you know how WTF frets when that happens) as well as your splendid suggestions for It’s Got To Go. And do follow me on @wtffashionshark.bsky.social. Let us meet again next Friday. Be good
