At the time, I wondered whether Carrie was keeping Sleeve on a leash, or vice-versa. Almost a year later, I still have no answers. Only questions. And confusion. My brow is like, "SLOW DOWN, Underwood, you could grate cheese on my furrows."
And yet, Carrie's Bring Your Arm To Work Day matchy-matchy white nonsense is being met bravely by some resplendently nutty offerings from socialite Fabiola Beracasa:
Whenever we see a celeb wearing giant sleeves, I often wonder what they've got up them; in Carrie's case, it was a high Fug Madness seeding that was secreted up this billowing white arm-bugle:
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