
This Times article commenting on the Indian Vogue spread, which mixes high end luxury with abject poverty, has me cancelling like 50 photoshoots I had planned this year. Fuck, what the hell am I going to say to Pichu! He told his foreman he couldn't work the 22 hour shift on September 16th. He's supposed to meet me over lattes in the highly secured shopping mall in Tupiza, Bolivia to review possible facial expressions he could use in our "Eat the Dirt out of my Jimmy Choo's" expose. Yeah and try and cancel a flight to Sudan carrying a hummer and 30 mink coats in 48 hours...fuck that shit. I'm sick of these whiny bitches RUINING it for us. Genius is offensive, get use to it. Maybe that they are faced with thier own heinous acts of fashion CRIMES is what this is truly about. Now order me 10 of those Fendi bibs-I have to go to the New York Times....wahhhhh.
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