At the Hilarious Pessimist, Dalrymple tries to understand the world of modern fashion:
The female models looked as though they had been kept in a cellar for ten years by a Bluebeard figure: they were painfully pale, like axolotls, and on the verge of fainting from hunger. Their clothes were such as you might expect to result from putting a variety of fabrics into a food mixer. I have never since seen anyone wear such clothes in any other place or situation. What can the economics be of all this?