We were going for a serious vibe, which Jodie fucked up. Just kidding, she didn’t fuck it up but she definitely ruined it. Kidding again, how’s your brother doing?
The sisters with the crystal brains are wearing dope ass April, May jackets with, duh, their own bombass jewelry while I, I wear Ellery pants and a T by Alexander Wang sweater, my own dose of great Dannijo and a Gigi Burris hat. One that–I don’t mean to brag–I designed way before Hedi Slimane even knew Saint Laurent was dropping the Yves.
I don’t actually know that for fact, I’d even probably argue it’s wildly untrue but pilgrims rock and the world should know it.