Personally, I blame it on the boogieSay it softly and it’s almost like praying. Dame Evangelista takes on Biblical proportions in November’s W. Allegedly, it’s their Art Issue, but as soon as I saw Linda on the cover – an 80s throwback-side-sweep of a bob, looking matronly and wholly appropriate (in front of the AnA ladies alma mater, no less) – the picture of nouveau financial ruin, I knew what I wanted.
All of this, brilliantly done by Maurizio Cattelan:
Arched and aloof, a coquette in the henhouse
I'm seeing a mouse, I'm seeing an envelope and I'm losing interest, save for that sly look on that mouse's puss
Nothing says America like clogged arteries and Salmonella...except maybe religious fanaticism...
Oh. Here we are. The picture of pert, poised, Papal plasticity
I doubt what good a few "Hail Lindas" will do, unless you're in need of a holy tantrum, but I'll throw a few in after my nightly prayer to Naomi...I expect to put my assistant in the hospital by the end of the weekend.
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