“Touchy”, yes.

*curtsies*

Would wear all of these. Not the green. Make it merlot and I’ll wear the f*ck out of it. Not lighting any matches while wearing that big glorious white thing.

So fun to watch how much all of their stylists hate them.

This building sleeps with its mouth open.

Oh baby. Get ready. Save yourself. Go in to town to Canter’s on Fairfax.

The sun’ll come out tomorrow; you’ve had enough of NYC, so now you’re on easy street.

Lulu

What a treasure!

Nice!