So I'm tiddly and probs shouldn't be typing...
I've become incredibly disillusioned by fashion, fashion photo and fashion fabulosity.
This
demonstrates, pretty succinctly, what I find so disappointing about it all.
It's like the delusional queen who's convinced he's gonna be the next Madonna, or Britney, to be more au courant.
It's just painful to watch, and I even love blind conviction, but this is self fascination gone too far.
This is when fashion is just nonsense and bitchy and mean and crappy and not fun and just tacky and depressingly insecure and cheesily self satisfied and pointlessly flamboyant and irritatingly unwearable and stupidly self conscious.
But THIS Neanderthal brow bone et al might redeem...
Bon nuit.
mils
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