I know, I know. Paris Hilton is about as relevant as scrunchies. But I couldn't resist this tragedy in the form of yards and yards and yards and yards of denim...
That's not hot. It's the definition of dirty denim. And it's in fact so bad that it almost makes me miss slutty, Stoli-drenched, heroin-chic Paris.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
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