“Duplicitous little emu” = ALL THE STARS FOR YOU
“Duplicitous little emu” = ALL THE STARS FOR YOU
This family really has perfected the art of, “Wasn’t my fault,” haven’t they …
What a little cunt.
Aquazurra’s attorneys beg to differ, citing a time she publicly declared that “There’s not a shoe I’m not intimately involved in designing.”
Shoes are one of those things where you can really see where/if they spent money/time on making them. I’ve got a couple pairs of high ticket shoes (not $700 high, but high) that look as good at the day I bought them, and I wear them a lot. Like bras and safety equipment, this is not the place to scrimp.
Aquazurra makes their shoes in Italy. Ivanka’s products are made in China.
I’ll buy the DeLorean if you can provide the Flux Capacitor.
Wow, I find it super fascinating that two virtually identical shoes can look so different. And by that, I mean that somehow the original shoe looks elegant, and the ripoff looks super gaudy and trashy. The floof across the top of the foot is much neater on the original (the ripoff looks like a catnip-infused feather…
I thought that was weird too, but I think it’s a clue that somewhere there’s a Democratic President right now. We just have to get to that timeline.
Just like her daddy, she’s a lying liar. Claims she’s this awesome CEO of her company, super involved in everything, but then throws her team under the bus when the pressure’s on. Nope, the buck does not stop here.
“There’s not a shoe I’m not intimately involved in designing.”
She’s totally going to hate this which is why I love it. Complicit and talentless...killer combo.
And she just HAS to say “Republican president”.
No. He does not. But you do you, avivasleg.
I agree it was a jerk move on his part and I’d be mortified in your shoes. I’m just saying....
I have often exchanged basic pleasantries with the person sitting next to me when first arriving at the seat, and then promptly put on my headphones as the signal of, “Don’t talk to me anymore.” He literally ran away from me. It was a jerk move.
I feel the need at this moment to re-up my fleeting brush (accent on fleeting) with meeting Matt Lauer. He was supposed to sit next to me on a flight from Nice to New York. I got to our seats first, was sitting there, he showed up (of course I had zero idea he would be my seat mate prior to this), and I looked at him…
I never cared for him, but I crossed over to actively disliking him after his gross interview with Anne Hathaway where he was condescending towards her after nasty paparazzi pics were published of her getting out of a car. He acted like it was her fault and he wanted to know what lesson she learned from it.
He’s gross and was mean to Anne Curry. Bleah
I’d rather watch Willard Scott make out with 100 year old jam jar face Edna McOlderthandirt than these two jamokes.