The tents are up, the clavicles are out and on proud display and the Lady Wintour has come out of hiding against her natural enemy, sunlight and fresh air, to once again be among people, so it can only mean one thing. That time is upon us once again, fags and fagettes: NEW YORK FASHION WEEK!!! Aaaaaaaahhhh!! Oh, bad idea. I haven’t eaten since March, all in an effort to look leaf-like in my Balenciaga shift, and that was far too much exertion. I need to sit. Where’s my Oriental fan? Anyhoo, side-saddle up, ladies and let’s ride this show pony til the glue falls out. I, for one, am très excited.
1 comment:
it's ok, have a grape, it's a shift!
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