What's with the parade of has-beens?
First there was Mossimo. But I'd never heard of him because I was never a cool California kid.
Then there was Isaac Mizrahi, who even after Unzipped and The Adventures of Sandee the Supermodel couldn't manage to sell enough clothes at places like Neiman Marcus, and had to reinvent himself as a low-priced designer.
Oh, and I almost forgot--Stephen Sprouse.
And now it's Fiorucci.
What's next--Perry Ellis? Willi Smith? Halston? I mean, do you have to be a living designer, or can the name of a deceased fashion crash-and-burner be licensed?
There's nothing wrong with coming out with a lower-priced line. If it weren't for jeans, accessories, fragrances and bridge lines, I wouldn't have any designer crappe in my closet.
But I think my life is starting to pass before my eyes. And it's riding in a big red plastic cart.