Olivier just drove me nuts last night. I don't care how softly he speaks, he was being unbelievably rude. He doesn't like to design for "fat" people (in other words, anyone other than his size zero models). He doesn't like bosoms, because they interfere with the line of his design (then get out of clothing design and try designing something that's meant to be flat--like wallpaper). He doesn't want to deal with clients and have them speaking to him and interfering with his precious creative process (again--try wallpaper). There is no way this guy is going to have a career if he can't deal with clients at all. Nor, frankly, does he deserve to have a career if he finds it inconvenient for people to speak or have normal anatomical features like breasts.
I really did not need to hear him whisper his insulting opinions in that breathy, weak as a reed way after having spent the day shopping for blouses and fitted jackets--and having to go up a size to accommodate my bust when I've a freakin' B cup. Yegads, the stupid "you have to be flat to wear clothes" is even invading department store ready to wear. Olivier and his ilk can keep their precious talent to themselves if they can't buck up and recognize that women have--and are supposed to have--curves. We're not walking hangers for your designs. We're actual people. And, by the way, I may be twice your age, but I can work out for two hours straight on an elliptical without having a panic attack and passing out. So there.


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