Let’s finish this shit up.
Farewell, Cannes 2017! We hardly knew ye, and yet ye also lasted for like eight thousand years.
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.)
Happy hungover Sunday! Let’s stare bleary-eyed at pretty things.
Happy Sunday, fellow divas! Grab yourself another cup of coffee and let’s get to judging.
Everything’s coming up Emma.
Let’s finish up this fabulous film festival, so we can move right along to the next one! (Seriously, the film-fest-scheduling gods must hate fashion bloggers. The Venice, Toronto, and Deauville festivals all overlap – and during New York Fashion Week. I swear, they’re trying to destroy me.)
I’ve been desperately waiting for this moment for what feels like an eternity, dear readers. THE HUNGER GAMES: CATCHING FIRE red carpet shitstorm has begun, and it’s time to start squeeing over Katniss and Effie in couture.