We were going through YouTube looking for this, but found this first. We know it's like five billion years old, and we haven't listened to the White Stripes for nearly that long, and we totally forgot how hysterical this video is. But seriously: It would be so fun to know how to pole dance. This is what we want, as far as random skill acquisitions, 2007: to know how to do our taxes, drive a stick-shift from Plymouth to the Gambia, and pole dance.
We saw this eight-year-old at Forever 21 with a $2000 Luella bag and we were like: "Ugh! Get back to third grade with your mother's handbag!" Ugh, again. We will not hold it against Luella herself.
This is maybe the worst picture of her ever (below), but we would really like these super-long, messy blond bangs. They are even longer and messier, and not framed on the bottom by the bizarre red coat, on the back page of the January UK Vogue.
We're taking it easy around here this week, as befits our new post-Christmas dinner Jabba the Hut-esque physique. So even while we are so, so, so over all the end-of-year top 10 bullshit, we present our own ... end-of-year top 10 bullshit. Er, not top 10, but top #1, because 10 is beyond what our cheese-addled brain can handle at the moment. But today! Our fashion superstar: Kate Moss. You know that joke about the Teflon politician, and how he'd need to be caught with a dead girl or a live boy in his hotel room? Right. Kate Moss ... mm, we can't even think of it. We're thinking - "shop at Sears." But then everyone would just think Sears is cool. "Fuck a sheep." Maybe people wouldn't think it was cool, but they'd—we'd—be like, "Hmm, never thought of that." Er, maybe it's just proof that fashion editors forgive \ also have showy cocaine addictions. And we're not sure her career would survive gaining, say, 15 pounds as easily as it would \ has either highly publicized drug abuse, a junkie boyfriend, or, indeed, the hypothetical sheep fucking. Two steps forward for women around the world? Nope. Sort of amazing Teflon qualities? Absolutely. What we do love is the fact that unlike Tara Connor and her weepy Trumpian public confessional, she just kept her mouth shut and did what she does. Now that, we're willing to say, is sufficiently genius.
Who is this Tom person who keeps popping up? Er, just kidding. But find us now at myspace/bunnyshop
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