
Cuckoo for Coco (Chanel)? Not I, Full of French Fatigue
Why, oh why, are we so enamored of French women? Why do we hang idiotically on their every word, as if they know so much more than us about style and general fabulousness? How did all these imperious, fag-smoking chiennes manage to coax us all into this state of pathetic insecurity?
The current Chanel exhibit Read More