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I got yelled at on Reddit* today, so this explosion of runway ridiculousness was exactly what I needed.

Kevin Germanier turns haute couture into a glittering trash compactor’s fantasy ball where carnival debris, parade detritus, and party store castoffs become evening wear and rejected plastic bottles metamorphose into sculptural flames shooting from shoulders. This Swiss designer has appointed himself the fashion industry’s most glamorous garbage collector, transforming literal waste into a rainbow-bedazzled ball-pit apocalypse worn by models who look like they’re preparing for Crayola Eurovision end times.

The runway showcased gowns of toilet paper origami meets ice sculpture architecture, Big Bird pom-pom warehouse rave explosions, and lite-brite ninja fantasy attack catsuits (which sounds like a Sailor Moon move – “In the name of sustainable fashion, I’ll punish you!”) Watching a model stride down the runway encased in a phallic riot of colored balloons while Hello Kitty mascots shimmy in the front row feels like witnessing a children’s birthday party but make it DRUGS.

His “Les Joueuses” collection closed Paris Couture Week with the kind of unhinged optimism that comes from one who has perfected the alchemy of turning trash panic into glittering catharsis and sequined salvation.

*Anyway, sorry, Reddit lady, that my experience with and opinion about a totally subjective thing was not expressed to your liking and that I triggered you (despite my multiple content warnings!) Go look at Hello Kitty dressed up in your grandma’s old fiber optic lamp from the ’80s and calm down! Also, someone else patronizingly told me what I write amounts to “perfume fanfic.” Which…okay, that’s fair.