It’s Sunday morning, I’m exhausted from my first week of being a real person in a very long time, and there’s an ungodly amount of fashion to get through. There is no better recipe for complete and utter bitchery, dear readers.
Round 1 continues with more match-ups, more bitchery, and more divaliciousness.
Welcome back to the front row of New York Fashion Week, dear readers!
The starlets are strutting down the street, sitting front row at the shows, and partying their rich little asses off. It’s New York fucking Fashion Week, dear readers.
Welcome back to your regularly scheduled red carpet bitch-fest, dear readers!
The polls on this post have now closed, but check back daily for new brackets!
The polls on this post are now closed, but check back daily for new brackets!
The polls on this post are now closed, but check back daily for new brackets!
The polls on this bracket have now closed, but check back daily for new brackets!
Welcome back, dear readers, to your highly judgmental red carpet recap.
The Democracy Diva 