There can be no escape
By Spirit Fingers
What must it be like, do you think, to have gracefully exited the world of high fashion but still be haunted by the grim spectre of emaciated decadence, its touch and whisperings forever plaguing your wretched soul?

January 25th, 2008 at 5:40 pm
Amazing. Valentino speaks and Karl’s lips barely move at all. How does he do it?
January 25th, 2008 at 10:43 pm
Edgar Bergen lives!
January 25th, 2008 at 10:46 pm
No happy medium between the mahogany shellac of one, and the mothball pallor of the other.
January 26th, 2008 at 3:02 am
I LOVE Madame Tussaud’s!
January 26th, 2008 at 6:24 am
L., Dr. Faustus; r., SATAN.
January 27th, 2008 at 12:18 am
Makes me think of Scrooge and Jacob Marley….