i feel like the vuitton girl would try to smuggle weed onto an airplane in her mini trunk bag
But as Slimane continues to make collections which thumb their nose at the pretensions of French fashion but which fly from shop floors all over the world, it seems that Slimane has a point to make after all: he is altering the power base of the industry. He has proved that neither reverence nor reference matter at the cash’n’wrap.
its like ghesquiere’s girl this season was at a party in 76 tripping on acid when she was abducted by aliens and saw a bunch of trippy shit but he could only imagine two blackies in space at the same time
vuitton was so weird, like the intro visuals got my hopes up and then…. nothing…
and then the casting…
*takes visine to heal my snow-blind eyes*