I’m covering Fashion Week this week, and oh my God, it is apparent that I am unused to standing. The backs of my knees feel like they’ve been shot with pellets. Or something. So tired. Can’t type.
However, I do have many bags of teensy little nail polishes, and I saw a bunch of famous people, who are all midgets, just like you’ve always heard. All the famous people are teeny-weeny, but they look huge next to the models, who will be dead by Tuesday, at the very latest. It’s not even attractive up close, but it is kinda stunning, as in “Oh, my God, my eye has been removed by Slavenka’s wayward clavicle. I am stunned!”
One thought on “Oh. So. Tired.”
By coincidence, “Slavenka’s Wayward Clavicle” is my favorite Ukrainian bluegrass band.