Showing posts with label karl lagerfeld. Show all posts
Showing posts with label karl lagerfeld. Show all posts
23.5.10
1.5.10
So as I was sipping my Green Tea Jasmine Infusion this morning...
The great and wonderful Karl Lagerfeld graced my television set and I went to analeptic shock.
You give me the business....BUUUUSSSSSIIIIIINNNNNNEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS, the BUSSSSIIINNNNEEEEESSSSSSS.
Got me Yung Berg-ing like a mother fucker.
You give me the business....BUUUUSSSSSIIIIIINNNNNNEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS, the BUSSSSIIINNNNEEEEESSSSSSS.
Got me Yung Berg-ing like a mother fucker.
Labels:
fashion gods,
karl lagerfeld
3.2.10
Cool shit....BUT..

Photography by Karl Lagerfeld
Styling Jacob K
Hot big chick? Miss Dirty Martini
Needs more chocolate though.
Color it up!
Or maybe Karl Lagerfeld's fear of fat woman only applies to fat black women. I mean, he can talk shit about fat white girls and they'll do nothing but cry, but bring that mess to a woman like Jennifer Hudson and POW, little old designing legend faceless on the floor.
18.5.09
We love how bland this bitch is.
It makes our dreams of making it big and modeling when we have no business model all wet and ready to be ravaged and such; presenting Emma Watson photographed by Karl Lagerfeld for Crash.


More here.
Franki xx.
Labels:
fashionista,
karl lagerfeld,
photography
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