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When I saw Whitney Port’s Spring 2009 collection, I couldn’t help but laugh. Then, I got this funny feeling in my stomach and proceeded to vomit all over my keyboard. I initially thought that it couldn’t get much worse than the hideous jersey cocktail dresses of Lauren Conrad, but oh, I was so wrong. There is something very disheartening about tie-dyed cotton dresses and booty shorts alongside zip-up purple tanks and off the shoulder bohemian dresses. I remember seeing sorry excuses for fashion, almost identical to Port’s collection, at the Limited Too when I was six. 

The hysterical laughing, followed my vomiting, continued when I realized that one of Port’s dresses goes for $345. Yes, it’s the name you are paying for, but if you tell someone who has never seen The Hills, they will undoubtedly say, “Whitney who?” Why on earth would you pay for the awful design of a fashion senseless diva who probably made her claim to “fame” because daddy pulled a few strings. 

 

Forget presents this Christmas, all I want is for pathetic designers like Whitney Port to realize that they have no talent. 

 

Thanks Fabsugar!