I do like to dress nicely from time to time, but fashion as a topic, hobby or even obsession is something completely lost on me. In my case I can confirm that there is no pathological condition underlying my disinterest. I do like people that try something new or unexpected, but you have to shove it in my face for me to be interested at all.

Although this disinterest can also get you into trouble. "Didn't you notice something?" your better half might suddenly throw at you. A heinous act of aggression for sure, questioning your ability to integrate in anything approaching civilization. Pondering your barbarism and if your normal attire would consist only of a loincloth made out of deer hide. A deer hide from a road kill of course, we live in the 21st century after all.