Forgive us our debts//Forgive me Father for I have attended.

Boots on her feet, swear she's in heat.

Flirtin’ with every man she sees.

Her pants hangin’ low, she never say no.

Everyone knows she's easy.

Nasty, put some clothes on, you lookin’ stank.

Nasty, where's your pride, you should be ashamed.

You make it hard for women like me

who try to have some integrity.

You make it hard for girls like myself

who respect themeselves and have dignity.

You're nasty, girl, you're nasty, you're trashy.

You're classless, girl, you're sleazy, you're freaky.

NASTY, you're nasty, FRESKY, you're freaky.

Girl, where's your PRIDE? Put some clothes on.

-Destiny's child

Pictures of runway: Eygló Gísladóttir

Lookbook photos: Berglaug Petra Garðarsdóttir

Photos from the museum: Sisters Lumière