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Charlet Duboc and the kids at VICE return for another installment of Fashion Week Internationale. This time around they roll around in the seedy underbelly of Las Vegas and its paltry excuse for stripping women of their clothes and pride, Las Vegas International Fashion Week.
Duboc traveled to the Nevada desert to explore Sin City’s “cutting edge lingerie,” though all she found were some moonlighting strippers flaunting their assets for some old dudes who effortlessly give renewed meaning to the word “creepy.” In her travels, Charlet encounters a G-string factory (the largest in Nevada, thank you), gets her hands dirty in Las Vegas’s Lingerie Football League, stares into the gaping hole of many a crotchless panty and generally learns why what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
Check out Part 1 below and visit VICE for more cheerfully disturbing fashion coverage:
I was center square from 1969 to 1978, during which I perfected the art of the zing as well as a crippling cocaine addiction. Bea Arthur was responsible for both.
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