Davvero?!?!

Hot Mess, party of two?

I can understand how some might believe Lindsay Lohan to belong in the world of fashion. She is indeed rail thin, she's had her fair share of addictions, and she refuses to eat. All things near and dear to the fashion industry's heart. But if you heard anything about the Ungaro runway show in Paris this week, there should no longer be any doubt in your mind about Ms. Lohan's capacity to work in the world of fashion.

The New York Times review of the Ungaro showing, for which Lindsay was artistic advisor, didn't spare anyone's feelings. Apparently, attendees of the show were BOLTING for the doors as soon as it was over. For the second show, one of the photographers asked people in the front row to pose like Lindsay, with their hands shyly in front of their faces. I'm suprised that she even has the strength to lift her poor little emaciated arms after putting so much time and crazy into the clothes. How anyone thought that she should be a vital part of any high-end fashion line is beyond me. I don't know how designer Estrella Archs can stand to work with her. Her predecessor, Esteban Cortezar, had the right idea when he quit upon the suggestion that he work with Lindsay. Eric Wilson puts it perfectly in his article:

But Ms. Lohan’s arrival at a 45-year-old Paris house known for $1,500 dresses and a tradition of couture craftsmanship is entirely different, something akin to a McDonald’s fry cook taking the reins of a three-star Michelin restaurant.

Ciao Bella!

Matteo "Lohan-Loathing" Yazge