This Week, Pubic Hair Is in

A weekly roundup of anything fashion-related that's made us excited about having bodies that we can dress with clothes.

PUBIC HAIR T-SHIRTS FOR EVERYBODY!

There comes a time when even the fiercest criticism of the sexualisation of women's bodies just can't hit the spot, and you have to find some other way of expressing your anger against the constant infantilisation of female role-models. I know, you can always go and re-read every single one of my columns, but how are you supposed to do that and live your life at the same time?

Then, suddenly, a solution. Welcome to the pubic hair T-shirt – thanks to Baron does RaRa, you can now wear a whole bunch of long wirey hairs all over your chest with pride. And if you aren't generally the T-shirt type, there's a dress too. You could wear it to a wedding! Or a job interview! What better way to simultaneously support a young designer and every single woman in the world?

MORE PUBIC HAIR!

But this time it's staying put. From this week, you can now head over to Beauty and the Bleach, downstairs at the notorious Dalston hair salon that's made like 99 percent of London's total amount of hair better over the last few years. Rather than just twiddling their thumbs trying to come up with a different way to dip-dye, Bleach have branched out into body hair, one of the procedures being the bleaching and colouring of your pubes. Wow. What freedom, right? The ability to change the colour of your vagina to suit your every mood. You could have white for a wedding day, blue for a beach holiday (it's, uh, tropical?) and apparently you can even get leopard print, if your hairs are so inclined. How about that.

MARC JACOBS LOVES ART

Or rather, he loves revenge, because since graffiti artist Kidult tagged his Soho store last year, Jacobs has screenprinted an image of the spray-painted "ART" onto a T-shirt, and started selling it in stores for $689 ($680 for a "signed by the artist" version, which is definitely not signed by the artist). Hey Marc, Imma let you finish, but regardless of how pissed you were this guy doodled all over your storefront, this T-shirt is super wack. Plus, no matter how many times you tweet it on your team, looking really smug and giggling into glasses of champagne, it's never really going to translate to the wider public as anything other than a really, really uninteresting in-joke. Plus, Kidult already re-emerged, last week, tagging the Paris store with "686" in reference to the RIDICULOUS price. And he's made his own version of the T. For once in my life, and I kind of can't believe I'm sinking to this level, I think you should both just grow up. Ugh. I hate myself.

PETE DOHERTY IS SELLING KATE'S BUTTS

Kate's brief appearance in Babyshambles via

Please forgive the tabloid headline, but it's actually true. Pete Doherty announced this week that he plans to sell the used cigarette butts of Kate Moss and Amy Winehouse among others, which he just happens to not have cleaned up since the last time they came over for a house party, what, six years ago?  SMH. The cigarettes will form just a few of the treasures Doherty will be peddling from a stall he's decided to open in his spiritual home of Camden Market. Nestled in between the cannabis lollipops and knee-high striped socks destined for the legs of middle-class middle school kids the world over, Doherty will sit. Presiding over a collection of shabby vinyls and a "genuine" Specials T-shirt. NW1 must be thrilled.

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