Last night I tweeted a photo of myselffollowed by a tag that read “Marc Jacob’s S/S 2011 runway models have nothing on me.”
But then I got to thinking about it. Self, I said to myself. you’re such a selfish Sally. This is a lot of self for but six words. Maybe they do have something on me. They were, after all, commissioned to walk Marc Jacobs’ show.
So now I do what anyone would do given the extenuating circumstances of this situation and leave it to you, funky felines, to observe and deliberate when I pose this question: Who Wore it Best?
Don’t ever say I don’t love you.
A little background about this image: it was taken by my hetero-life-mate, Arielle, during the first week of our semester abroad in Paris. The wattage in my blow dryer did not match the wattage that the French fuses took in my small white apartment so I was forced to rely on old fashioned hair taming products to neuter my head. As it turns out, French hair products are not equal to or greater than American hair products. I thought about using soul glow, but then I remembered that contrary to frequent thought, I am not in fact, Michael Jackson.
And in my favor re: the contest presented here…it should be noted that this shit is pre-product, au natural, genetic. No perm, no spray, no tease. Just you, me, a broken blow dryer and tangled hair brush.
Choose wisely, fellow Repellows.
AND FOR A SNEAK PEEK AT WHAT’S COMING:
photo by Chuck Grant