Can't a swashbootling, zebra-pinned art lover just appreciate the Edo period without a flash-photo-taking miscreant getting all up in her business? Answer is no. Not when she's also hitting the very ironic note that sends Karl Lagerfeld into a designer tizzy because he's misunderstood, he wants more than anything his famous fuzzy edged jackets worn with a sense of skull t-shirt humor, dammit (and here, the White-Wigged Wonder whacks his PA... wait, whacks is maybe the wrong choice of words... or maybe the right one), as above, rather than the Upper East Side couture overload parodied in Blue Jasmine, below.
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