6- silver coat:
Could’ve been quite nice but the fit is fucking terrible. Needs to be much smaller across the upper back area or much more exaggerated with an 80s shoulder pad. The little red hands seem really squicky. I dunno why but they give me THE SHIVERS.
7- same as above:
I rather like the platform boot but I am struck by how uncool SS seems next to these chaps. They are all wearing pretty beserk ensembles (the black veil thingy!) but Sam Smith seems small and uncomfy, like the clothes are in charge and Sam is letting the coat make all the decisions. I wonder what beverage the coat chose for Sam Smith to drink that evening? 5/10 and it’s almost all for the boots.
8- Sequin jumpsuit # 2
When I look at this I can hear a fragment of The Shangri Las singing Walking in the Sand - the bit that goes ‘Oh No! Oh No! Oh No-no-no-no-no!’
Everything the other jumpsuit did well, this one does badly. The scoop neck! The unflatteringly high rise from crotch to belt! The seams down the front of the leg, like a trucker’s stay-press utility pants but in silver lamé. 2/10 for the balls to wear that in public.
9- The Red One:
I can’t get past, ‘How did they fit that into the car that drove they to the venue?’ Did someone have to fold it all in on top of they and shut the car door really quickly? Did they travel in that hat? Did it have to poke out of the sun roof? Does the stick fold up small or does it have to go between the front seats, across the back seat and rest against the parcel shelf sat a jaunty angle, the way I bring strip wood home from B&Q? 4/10 because it’s better than the silver jumpsuit and I do appreciate an aesthetic that creates more questions than it answers.
10- The Distorted Innertube:
Does anyone else remember those seaside inflatable rubber rings from the 80s that were bigger than normal rubber rings and black?
That.
Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak (the sound of Sam Smith walking towards the cloakroom at the Brit Awards afterparty)
(no score available at this time).
Conclusion: It’s unfortunate that Sam Smith has gotten older and plumper at the exact same rate as they’s dress sense has fallen into the toilet… and it’s unfortunate that this observable decline began not long after Sam Smith demanded they/them pronouns because disingenuous people can pretend that criticising Sam Smith’s descent into sartorial lunacy is fatphobia, transphobia and lookism, rather than the simple enjoyment of cackling at a celebrity’s obvious batshittery.