All That is Hidden

Made manifest in its time. The mask must come off. The New, New Black Mansion would like to remind our immense readership that in order to raise the vibrational frequency of the entire planet, we must actually do so in our personal ecosystems. Fear is so last year. The incredible gauchery that's befouled the Walla Walla fashion scene of late has been dreary on a scale that nearly requires, nay, screams for an outpouring of prose so pensive, ponderous and puce as to invoke a mixed print hex of some sort (probably involving purple paisley) in order to counter the sartorial absurdity that's spread like a virus through the populace. This is why, for a change, the fashion forecast this season calls for a rejection of certain forms of obfuscatory face gear as it impedes our lols. Forced fashion faux pas are not funny even if they do improve one's looks, so says the oracle. Unless the terrible trend is taken as an opportunity to don disguise, in which case, we have no quibbles, disguise being the better part of valor. We're mostly dressing as Karl Lagerfeld and Elvis this season. Simultaneously. There's also some MC Hammer. The harem pants.  It's coming off splendidly. The point of this post is to appeal to our vast readership to reject the stupidity. We've been writing many posts that haven't seen the light of pixelated day, but this has been due to our immersion in research. In other words, we've binged Ab Fab. We're providing study material below. Prolly don't need to mention dance. Ring the bell. School's back in. Also I know why the black hole is a disco inferno. But that has to do with dance and you can too.