




These slightly unsightly, mildly uncouth hunks of ridiculous are a few of my favorite fakes I’ve collected over the years. What they lack in purity they make up for in character and lawlessness. Much like an overwrought puppy, I’ll forgive them every time they leave me black & blue (Survival Hint: CLEAR NAIL POLISH~ But don’t make me explain everything.)
As McQueen’s not around to stir the proverbial crazy pot, I’ll be keeping an eye out for who gets the weirdest this (NY fashion) week. Although, summer ain’t over yet, if you’re minding the autumnal equinox (But who minds science much these days anyhow…) Come September 23rd, I’ll be in the deserts of Nevada chasing treasure ~ in more ways than one. I’m hoping that we’re not past the days when our society’s most (de)valued eccentrics disappear into the Sin City, only to abandon their plum goods in their fiery (geriatric) wakes.
Yes, here’s to hoping those days have yet to pass.
xx,
Vija