While dabbling in vino, German philosophy, or swaths of cashmere is all well and good, a more all-inclusive strain of luxury has been rapidly forming–one that transcends taut definition and allows for an exciting melange of things high and low, textbook-right and textbook-wrong. To put it simply: luxury has been Kanye West-ed.
“When you say things like, “Kim Kardashian has become decidedly less Birkin, more Stock,” don’t expect other people to understand.” I don’t mean to brag, BUT–this may be one of the best Dear Diary’s yet.
“Never, ever smile for a guy who asks “why aren’t you smiling?” Because I don’t want to, and my vagina doesn’t come with a permanent smile, shithead.” And more real-talk-ridiculousness, after the jump.
Some friendships aren’t meant to last, but the special ones (read: those built upon sincerity and an endless supply of humor) seem to stay with you, regardless of whether you maintain constant contact or have a spotless history.
Do me a solid and like the shiny new Twenties Collective page on Facebook? Click zee photo, do the right thing–a la Spike Lee–except not at all.