Aren't they the cutest? And more than legging-with-lace-up-boots deep too (they absolutely did not txt coordinate before they left the house). They could have been sailing in the Bahamas or obsessively checking their portfolio value online or malingering at the MoMA like all the other teens but no, these BFFs volunteered their time to brush off Anna Wintour's chair to keep it free of dust particles and tell the Let's Live! editor from the Rockford Star for the third time that they still can't find her name on the list. Even if it's Snooki with an N.
Do-gooders or no, I liked everything
else about these girls (they're 16 or 17 or 18, so first condominium age) -- privacy glasses (which did not work), a whiff of rocker, the attitude they left in their gym locker so instead they had to go with whatever persona was at hand, in this case, two nice girls having fun at Fashion Week. Also their bags, look downward mofos...
grrrr leopard left and on the right, some kind o' hide, probably Himalayan ibex, completely studded with clear lucite pegs on the bottom. That's the part I wanted you to look at, not the shiny off-duty rock star pants.