I feel like a horrible, disgusting sorry excuse for a fashion follower. Why am I bound by such emotional wounds? Why do I feel so sick-minded and wrong?
Answer: I want an invitation to Fake Karl’s closet. Yes, it’s true! I, Will Reid, couldn’t think of anything this week that could be desired more than a day of hanging upside down with Anna and Karl sipping our “respective drinks.”
And don’t even tell me you don’t want to too. There’s even a Yohji Yamamoto-shaped hole in the window!
(Image: The Journey)
By Will Reid | September 10th, 2008