Alright, alright, let’s talk about them Louis Vuitton models, you know, the fancy folks in the pictures. I saw some pictures, real pretty they was, all dolled up. Heard folks talkin’ about it, so I figured I’d tell ya what I saw, the way I see it, mind you.
Them clothes, now, they ain’t like nothin’ I ever seen down at the market. Shiny stuff, some of it. And the colors! My rooster’s got more sense than to wear some of them colors, but I reckon that’s what makes it “fashion,” huh? One gal, Zendaya they called her, she was somethin’ else. Looked like she coulda stepped right outta a movie, all glammed up. Her outfit, well, it was… different. Not sure I’d wear it to milk the cows, but she pulled it off, I guess.
- Clothes: Lots of shiny stuff, real colorful. Some looked like dresses, some like… well, I ain’t sure what some of it was. But it was fancy, that’s for sure.
- Bags: Now, them bags, them I understood. Big ones, little ones, all with that LV mark on ‘em. Looked sturdy enough to carry potatoes, but I bet they cost more than my whole pigpen.
- Shoes: High heels, most of ‘em. Lordy, I don’t know how them gals walk in them things. I’d break my neck in five minutes flat. But they looked… important, I guess. Like they was goin’ somewhere fancy.
They had this big show, see? Looked like they was inside a giant balloon or somethin’. Them city folks, they sure do come up with the strangest things. But it was pretty, I’ll give ‘em that. All lit up and colorful, like a fair, but without the cotton candy. A fella named Nicolas, somethin’ or other, he’s the one makin’ all them clothes. Sounds like a busy fella. I bet he don’t have time to slop the hogs, that’s for sure.
The spring and summer stuff, that’s what they was showin’. I reckon it’s for folks who go to fancy parties, not for plantin’ corn or feedin’ chickens. But hey, to each their own, right? One gal, Chloe somethin’, she was there too. Pretty little thing. Looked like she was havin’ a good time, all smiles and such. I bet she ain’t never had to chase a chicken in her life.
Now, I ain’t no fashion expert, you know? I wear what’s comfortable, what’s gonna keep me warm in the winter and cool in the summer. But these Louis Vuitton folks, they’re sellin’ a dream, I reckon. A dream of fancy parties and red carpets and… well, I don’t know what else. It ain’t my dream, but it’s somebody’s, I guess. And them models, they’re the ones showin’ off that dream. They gotta be skinny and tall and pretty, and they gotta wear them clothes like they mean it. Even if them clothes don’t make a lick of sense to an old woman like me.
And the prices! Don’t even get me started. I heard someone whisperin’ about how much them bags cost, and I nearly choked on my tea. You could buy a whole herd of cows for the price of one of them little purses! But I guess if you got the money, you can spend it how you want. Me, I’d rather buy a new tractor, but that’s just me.
So, that’s what I saw, what I think about them Louis Vuitton models. They’re pretty, the clothes are fancy, and the whole thing is a world away from my little farm. But it’s somethin’ to see, somethin’ to talk about. And who knows, maybe one day I’ll win the lottery and buy myself one of them fancy bags. Nah, just kiddin’. I’d still buy that tractor.
Anyways, that’s enough outta me. Just wanted to share my thoughts on them city folks and their fancy clothes. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go feed them chickens.
Tags: [Louis Vuitton, Models, Fashion, Spring, Summer, Runway, Celebrities, Zendaya, Chloe Grace Moretz, Nicolas Ghesquiere]
