A shade darker and after spending 24 blissful hours immersed in one of the most relaxing places on earth...Fashiona is ready to tackle the infamous GQ article:
So Atlanta was named the 17th worst dressed city:
Atlanta is the Mecca of the promotional T-shirt. Everyone is a CEO or founder of a record label or a clothing line you'd have never heard of if it weren't plastered in size 96 Helvetica font on their chest. The pleats in Atlantan's pants are deeper than the Chocolate Rain kid's voice and their blazers look like hand-me-downs, because they are hand-me-downs. In the A, there is nothing wrong with wearing uncle Ned's seersucker suit to the shindig in October—fit, be damned.—Mark Anthony Green
Mark Anthony Green clearly took the too easy route of the cliche.
Yes…Atlanta is a little promo T-shirt happy…but what major city isn’t?
Pleats in Atlanta…not sure where he or GQ’s legion of interns got this misinformation.Between the constant humidity and the tortuous commutes on 75/85/285/20....any pleats you would have left the house with would be long gone before you reached your destination.
Finally ill fitting seersucker…this is where Fashiona’s draws the line…
According to men...seersucker is quite appropriate “corporate” dress when the mercury raises higher than 90 degrees. As for fit as long it fits better the fictional lawyer “Matlock”…then Miss Fashiona is ok.
Atlanta's own Andre 3000 and Big Boi
Now having read this you may feel that Fashiona is defending Atlanta as a well dressed city….not at all…in truth she is poking holes in GQ’s weak satire.
If GQ REALLY wanted to slam Atlanta as a worst dressed city…they should have pointed out the many many "Talking with Tami" documented “ toes on the ground” phenomenon where women are in denial of their shoe size and wear shoes at least a half size too small.
Or the misguided thinking that being half-naked is means they are fashionable or by showing every nook and cranny….they somehow even out the playing field of the 1:17 male/female ratio.
What say you...