As a woman, you can’t look at that face without seeing the façade, but as a girl, it would be easy to convince yourself that such perfection exists.
I don’t think my tiny little defense of KJ is proverbially wiping her tears late at night—I doubt she’s even crying. It’s more about getting people to rethink WHY they get so riled up by some lithe young woman who’s totally killing it.
An Equipment pajama set has me convinced that decadent PJ’s are a snooze-but-not-lose situation. Find out why, and check out my current favorite brands–after zee jump.
Why do I care about Paris this weekend? Because it’s playing host to THE wedding of our time, during which all things good and holy [“I am a God”] and branded with that infamous K will unite once and for all.
You should at least concede that their cover is one of those lovely stick-it-to-the-man scenarios. The man, here, being a white-washed lovechild of privilege and tradition, which in itself has many spawn…this one in particular being the gilded laurels over which Queen Anna Wintour presides.