Showing posts with label where da fashion police. Show all posts
Showing posts with label where da fashion police. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Dude. Moisturizer.

And a hamburger.

Donatella Versace, in 2005, at age 50:



Donatella Versace in 2008, at age 53:


Can we ban the fashion industry already? I can't find any evidence online that she is physically ill. But there is obviously something wrong.

UPDATE: Like Chris said, this must be an eating disorder. I'll make fun of her horrendous collagen job and boob job until the cows come home, but as far as the three years of emaciation go, this woman needs help, not sycophants.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Can't. Stop. Laughing.

International Male Catalog
2008, Summer 1986, 1986 Holiday Catalog

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Fun with old pictures

Me and Mom, date unknown


Me and Dad, date unknown. Quite likely a few seconds before or after the previous pic.


My second birthday, in Greece. That's my grandmother (paternal) on the left, probably telling me to look at the birdie. (Κοιτα το πουλακι!)


Friends don't let friends drive Massey-Fergusons


Oh, shit, never mind. My grandfather had one of them too.


My father at 23 (1967)


My mother (middle) and her two sisters. Does it get any groovier than this?


Yes. Yes it does. My parents at my cousin's baptism. Holy fuck do I want a green suit right about now.


Who loves ya, baby?
or
Yeah, that collar's popped. Wanna make something of it?


Fast as a shark, leaping out of the dark
He's a killer, he'll rip out your heart