The array of clothes seemed to lack a differentiation along bike types as the saying goes even the sloth grows its fur aerodynamic. On the one hand among the apparels you could catch no sight of an outfit that would have suited the already mentioned position. On the other hand, clothes specific for delivery people seemed also thin on the show, not meeting the expectations of the audience eager to witness the shrewd design solutions of the bike fashionistas.
 
However, it was a pleasant move on the part of the designers that lady dresses gained sufficient emphasis. The fly-up skirts, the hooded vests, the blithe tight pants, the makeup holder for the handlebar (apparently with a smog-proof eye-liner tube) all mirrored an ambiance typical for the urban bike subculture: gifted with critical and self-critical point of view. Female cyclists step to the fore not only at the fashion show but onto the saddle as we all know they pedal, too. Really.

In contrast with the olden days of horse-riding, when there was the female saddle on which ladies were destined to clumsiness, in the history of cycling no one has ever handicapped women, from the onset being treated as equals.
Though the chronicles reveal little about the very beginning of cycling, it is for sure that velocipedes were started to be manufactured around a hundred years later than were automobiles. Thinking about the reasons behind such a move, we can’t but frown upon the idiosyncratic convolution of humankind.
Of course, I don’t want to detail industrial history from Daedalus and Icarus to the washing machine –which, evidently, is a relatively recent invention- but this bike fashion show revised, to some extent, the role of the fairer sex in technological development. This means apparently good for men as well, of which they were eyewitnesses here.