Girl. 16. Texas. Space cadet/warrior princess/philosopher/Impressionist/Sherlockian. Anna and Karl are my friends.
I used to idolize Daphne Guinness, until I recently found out she basically starves herself. Not that it’s suprising, considering her fiery passion for her art and whatever, but still… that’s just pathetic. What hurt even more was the fact that she admit it in an interview so casually, like mentioning a cold sore or a hangnail. Ms. Guinness, may I remind you that it’s called an eating DISORDER. DIS- ORDER. WITHOUT ORDER. BAD.
This whole female emancipation trend is getting really old. Kate Moss was cool for about five minutes, guys. I’m ready for something new.
P.S. Fashion, its okay, I still love you.
