A postmodernist nightmare: everything as stylised pastiche.
The original: natural, flowing lines and cut that is seamless and a pleasing whole.
The shock of the new: can you do the fandango? I swear all these tailors are a secret subculture of wasp corset fetishists.
Pee Wee Herman acolytes
This distinction must not be overlooked, which should be easy, as it's not even a fine line.
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