New York! London! Milan! Paris! Mars! (Oh, are there not fashion shows on Mars yet? Damn. Karl Lagerfeld really needs to get his shit together.)
Beware: there’s a rant ahead.
If Coco Rocha releases a book of photos of herself that has no words, is she really an author? And more philosophical questions brought to you by Project Runway.
Let’s finish this goddamn thing.
There’s so much more judgment to do, dear readers.
Flex your bitch muscles. It’s Emmys time.
Happy hungover Sunday! Let’s stare bleary-eyed at pretty things.