I've been keeping tabs on the fashion weeks occurring around the globe, but that's not really my scene. It doesn't matter what Sarah Burton or Georgina Chapman has whipped up out of tulle and satin, I can't afford it and it doesn't really affect my style choices.
But I have something to say.
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
THAT IS A BAG MADE OUT OF HULA HOOPS.
THAT PROBABLY COSTS MORE THAN MY CAR.
Karl, honey, you've been smoking too much crack.
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