New York Fashion Week is awful. It's a 7-day exercise in snobbery and insufferability, a chance for societally useless models and their equally braindead scenester counterparts to marvel at human beings who walk down runways in saran wrap. When you actually see the crowds that surround these events—and the recaps of the parties that "fashionistas" would murder their parents to score an invite to—you realize, as Vice brilliantly noted six months ago, "Zoolander is pretty much a documentary." Nothing about this week is fun. Nothing. It's a confluence of all things bad about New York and, as the dingelberry cherry on the festival's shit sundae, the models aren't even attractive. In any conventional sense. Vice, again: "The industry standard of beauty has gotten so far removed from what a human being actually looks like, that the only way they can cast these girls is to go to Eastern Europe and look for teenagers who have become developmentally advanced from inhaling Chernobyl fallout."
Anyway. Jimmy Kimmel took the greatest psychological experiment on late-night TV, the Lie Witness Test, to New York yesterday and interviewed some of the more braindead attendees of Fashion Week. They were asked if they had seen the latest work by designers like Meadowlark Lemon, George Costanza, and Eddie Munster. They, somehow, had.
This footage is beautiful.