Yesterday, I was on my way to Gatwick after a holiday in Brighton and the radio came on with Jimmy Carr talking about such things as ‘Guyliner’ and ‘Manscara.’ It turned out that Carr had himself been wearing these rather controversial at the Elle Style Awards on Monday night and he explained that “you can’t polish a turd but you can sprinkle glitter on it.”
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.”