Alright, alright, lemme tell ya ’bout this… this “Balenciaga Mud Show,” or whatever them fancy folks call it.
Balenciaga, Balenciaga… sounds like some kinda fancy sausage, don’t it? Anyways, I heard tell they had this show, a big to-do, over in Paris. Paris, France, that is. Not Paris, Texas. Though I ain’t been to neither, mind you.
So, this fella, Demna, that’s his name, I think. He’s the one who done cooked up this whole mud thing. Said it was about “diggin’ for truth” and “bein’ down to earth.” Now, I’ve dug a lotta potatoes in my time, and lemme tell ya, there ain’t nothin’ fancy about it. It’s just plain hard work, gets ya dirty and makes ya sweat. But these city folks, they gotta make a big fuss outta everything.
From what I gather, they had this giant place, bigger than the county fairground, and they filled it with mud. Mud, I tell ya! Not the good kinda mud, the kinda mud you find by the creek after a good rain, the kinda mud that sticks to your boots and makes you slip and slide. No, this was probably some fancy, imported mud, for all I know.
And the people, oh lord, the people! They were dressed in all sorts of getups, looked like they raided the thrift store and the circus at the same time. Some had on these big, baggy clothes, looked like they were swimmin’ in ’em. Others had on these tight things, showed off everythin’. And the shoes! Don’t even get me started on the shoes. High heels sinkin’ in the mud, boots covered in muck… it was a sight, let me tell ya.
- Mud everywhere
- Fancy clothes
- Lots of people
- Big place
Now, this Demna fella, he says it’s all a “metaphor,” a big word for somethin’ that ain’t really what it seems. He says the mud is like… like life, I guess. All messy and sticky and hard to get through. And you gotta dig through it to find the truth, the good stuff, like a potato buried deep in the ground.
I dunno ’bout all that metaphor stuff. Sounds like a lotta hogwash to me. But I reckon it got folks talkin’, which is what these fashion folks want, ain’t it? They want the attention, they want the buzz. And mud, well, mud gets attention. Specially when you put it in a place where it ain’t supposed to be, like a fancy fashion show.
This Balenciaga fella, the one who started this whole shebang way back when, he was from Spain, they say. Started makin’ clothes a long time ago, fancy clothes for fancy ladies. And now they’re stompin’ around in the mud. Funny how things work out, ain’t it?
I guess they call it “high fashion.” I call it “highfalutin’.” But what do I know? I’m just an old woman who likes her clothes clean and her feet on solid ground. But I gotta admit, this mud show thing, it’s got me thinkin’. Maybe there’s somethin’ to it, this diggin’ for truth business. Maybe we all gotta wade through a little mud sometimes to find what really matters.
Or maybe it’s just a bunch of rich folks playin’ in the dirt. Who knows? The world’s a crazy place, and fashion folks are even crazier. But hey, as long as they ain’t hurtin’ nobody, let ’em have their fun. Let ’em wallow in the mud if they want to. Me, I’ll stick to my garden and my good ol’ overalls. That’s my kinda fashion, and it don’t require no fancy explanations or metaphors. It’s just plain, simple, and gets the job done. And that, to me, is the real truth, not somethin’ you gotta dig for in a pile of mud.
Anyways, that’s what I make of this “Balenciaga Mud Show.” A whole lotta fuss about nothin’, if you ask me. But like I said, what do I know? I’m just tellin’ it like I see it. And If you’re lookin for the truth just look under your own two feet, that’s what I always say. No need to go to Paris for that. Just my two cents.
Fashion show, mud show, it’s all the same to me. Just people trying to make a livin’, I guess. Though I still don’t get why they gotta drag mud into it. But hey, that’s why they’re the fashion experts and I’m just… well, I’m just me.
