Dahlings, I forced myself to watch much of the Emmy Awards, but I needed stiff cocktails to do so. My GOD, the dresses....have these women learned nothing? Perhaps there's something in the water in Hollywood. Or perhaps it's the drugs. Or their minds are deranged by hunger. Those bony hips, stick-thin arms, and the clavicles...bon dieu, the clavicles!
Look it up.
As a tall, bosomy, impeccably clad maven of New York fashion, I offer a word of advice to these pathetic (in every sense) figures:
EAT SOMETHING! And in the name of all that is Dior, get thee to a decent couturier, preferably one on the East Coast.
Au reviour,
Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog
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