Now I too know the heady swirl of God-like power the New York Times’ fashion section must feel when, sitting around their gold-and-mother-of-pearl-inlaid table sipping fine brandies, they pull a whim from the ether and foist it upon the world not just as reality, but necessity. Oh, how they must laugh thinking of the poor peon sent forth to photograph whatever random absurdity they declare ‘trend’, giggling as they bar them from reentry until 6-10 photos from the millions of New Yorkers out and about on a daily basis are captured reflecting their warped view.
So Say I: POM POMS ARE IN!
Celebrities are wearing them!
They’re all over the runways!
They’ve infiltrated popular culture!
OMG POM POMS THEY’RE EVERYWHERE WHY DON’T YOU HAVE ONE ON YOUR HEAD RIGHT NOW?!?
Lucky for poor you, I have not one but several be-pommed hats to work up quickly.