Sometimes the trash takes itself out.
Sometimes the trash takes itself out.
Nope. They are denied. No brunch, no Crate and Barrel registry, no tasting-spoon wedding cake, no chalkboard paint, no mason jar salad bar, no synchronized wedding party perfomances.
My people did not bring avocados from Mexico to America for this shit.
I am SO PISSED that those stupid ass shoes have been resurrected from the trash bin of the 90s/early aughts. That specific combination - a relatively thin toe strip, a high heel, and a thin ankle strap - looks nice when you’re standing in place, but the second you begin to move, your feet slide forward because there’s…
I feel like the right coat, like a red velvet trench with an enormous (faux) fur collar, wouldn’t be amiss with the whole femme fatale vibe. It would also make this a lot more fair!
I hope she had an assistant waiting right off camera with a full length coat. No one should have to brave February temperatures (especially on the waterfront!) in a sleeveless gown.
“Noir Town”.
The only thing that disappoints me about this is that it’s not an actual movie.
You don’t see a difference between debunking a magic act and pushing someone to commit murder?
The National Anthem is a terrible song to sing. It goes low, it goes high, and it’s mostly broken arpeggios.
She french fries the entire way down. I watched three times just to be sure. Doesn’t pizza even once. This woman should be on a stamp.