There can be no escape

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 25, 2008 in Fashion with 6 Comments

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?

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Amazing. Valentino speaks and Karl’s lips barely move at all. How does he do it?
Edgar Bergen lives!
No happy medium between the mahogany shellac of one, and the mothball pallor of the other.
I LOVE Madame Tussaud’s!
L., Dr. Faustus; r., SATAN.
Makes me think of Scrooge and Jacob Marley….