The devil watches....Slave to Fashion
This programme was ridiculous - frou frou for fantasists. What better woman to present a rush through the idiotic intricacies of the fashion world than June Sarpong, a mouth with legs?
Zombies and Z-listers
The biggest problem for me was the sheer lack of style exhibited by most of the so called experts that paraded their teflon tans across the screen. They looked like zombies dressed by the mentally subnormal. How can we trust these arbiters of taste when they look like they've got dressed in the dark and put their makeup on with a trowel? Most normal women have a better idea of what's stylish than these sordid sylphs.
Couture is a waste of money and this show was a waste of time. It's purpose was to give June the opportunity to strut through New York fashion week and stumble around Paris's couture shows, while talking heads attacked fashion's vaccuous nature only to be followed by another delivering a homilie to its greatness.
The emperor's new merkin
The show attempted to deliver some bile as June gutted a major fashion mag, removing all is advertising. "How is this affecting our self-esteem?", she asked. But after her flightly fun bumbling around the fashion shows and drooling over the clothes, it was too little too late. We know fashion is the ultimate example of the emperor's new clothes. Fashion is about money. It's fun, it's fluffy, only idiots don't realise its about selling dreams not reality. If you ripped all the ads out of a fashion mag, it couldn't make a profit. You can't criticise fashion's emptiness if you fill your programme with a hundred montages of it's glamour - ultimately its like tutting at the emperor's nudity then allowing him to swing his bits in your face.
Slave to fashion, Channel 4, Sunday 8 October, 12.20.