In the dearth of conclusive certainties from one’s standpoint in the swirl that is laos/nongduang/yepteam, one heads to the heady lights of inspired irreverence,
the fight against convention,
the protest against mundanity,
ideas and self-idenitity worn through colours and cloth;
the basal cry of self and fun.
Berlin never fails to raise and tickle.
Perhaps, fashion, if for no use other than delight and fun, has done its work, and fulfilled its only obligation.