I have a serious aversion to color-blocking. I dislike it in art, and most especially in fashion. As I tried to catch up on New York Fashion Week just a few minutes ago, I noticed that the Fall 2012 BCBG Max Azria collection was knee-deep in color blocks.

As each model strolled down the runway, it was an explosion of color-blocking like I haven’t seen since the 1960’s mod era. No, I was not around during that era, but I collect Vogue magazines, so I’ve seen it.

I’ve never understood the obsession with the whole color block movement nor why anyone would want to wear such loud patterns that don’t really look good on anyone who isn’t on a runway. They’re so harsh and over-the-top, but not in a way in which an equally loud floral print might be.

To me, color-blocking is smilar to a neon sign; not just any neon sign, but one that has a burned-out letter and pulsates against the night sky in a sickening way. And while part of me would like to find that neon sign endearing, I just can’t. It’s flagrant, taunting and appalling to all the senses, and because of this, it must go away.