Before I continue, it has to be said: While red velvet, torn capes and thigh high knits may dominate the high fashion scene, oily-mop-on-head likely never will.
Disclaimer: when I was living in Paris I tried to let my hair get real oily and grungy so the cool kids would like me better. It rarely worked though I do speculate this is the reason I had no issues at the door chez Le Baron.
Back to the suicidal model. Ultimately all I want to say is this: if she and her sartorial wit don’t scream Elvira
meets hooker on 42nd St. corner, I don’t know what does.
…Actually I do, it’s the film Vampire Hookers which evidently is a pornographic account of hookers who double as vampires. This may perhaps not be as man repelling as it seemed when I started typing.
I will say this though, my heterolifemate spent her weekend walking in and out of Barneys solely because she couldn’t decide to give up food for the month of September in exchange for the dress. Her affinity for repelling is equally–if not more–offensive than my own. It is perhaps unnecessary to include this, but we are DIYing a version of this amazeballz form of man repellent. Yum.
And with that, I say goodnight.
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