Good morning, good afternoon, good evening wherever you are in the world.
I know it’s old news but it’s only until today that I got the chance to watch the Dior F/W Couture show. I take back what I said a few months ago when I thought Galliano’s gone sedation. His new stuff are spectacular; a great tribute to my good ol’ century-egg-old buddy Christian Dior.
My favourite was his take on the "New Look". Models twirling all over the place, fantastic beats, the fabrics, ever so lightweight, the clothes, everything – it was very dramatic and moving.
I’m just disappointed with Linda. Come on – she’s *the* original queen bee bitch but when she hit the runway, she walked as if she’s constipated. Someone should’ve taken the broomstick up her asshole backstage. She almost tripped, not once, but twice – unless my eyes prove me wrong. Even the skinny young eastern european ex-hookers had a better walk than Linda.
Note to Linda: the next time you’re doing runway,
please consider taking a wheelchair and an
oxygen tank with you. I love you, I really do,
but I’m concerned about your welfare.
Even Kirsty Hume, for fucks sake, who resurrected from the
abyss ashes, was more graceful than you.
Which outfit did I like most?
I’d make a very good grandmother if I had an
outfit like that.
P.P.S.S. If you know any well-hung, under-30 year old, sugar older brother-type, please let me know. I want some serious couture. My email address is firstname.lastname@example.org.