If we can't use our blog to point and laugh at preening self-importance, what good are we?Unborn fawns, here are some pictures of Karl Lagerfeld and his "muse," model Baptiste Giabiconi, strolling in Saint Tropez. Our comments are under each picture.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH *gasp*AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
HAHAHAHA.Ha.
Whew! That was a good one!
And control yourselves, celebrity worshippers. We don't normally comment on these style of roaming-the-street pictures, but every last aspect of both outfits, from tip to toe, was meticulously thought out and planned in order to present a very precise picture. "Picture" being the operative word here because although they're pretending to look everywhere but at the cameras facing them, these little "strolls" are entirely FOR the cameras. Hence, it is quite acceptable, expected even, to point and to laugh at their preening.
And yes, we have long bemoaned the lack of male thighery on the American landscape, but while we've argued for a while that men need to wear shorter shorts and bathing suits, we were most definitely NOT arguing for Daisy Dukes while strolling in public with your sugar daddy. Unless you want the world to call you a whore, in which case, Bravo, darling. Just make sure to get at least a condo out of it.
[Photo Credit: gettyimages.com]
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