At yesterday’s Chanel show in Paris, Jehovah’s sexiest witness, Prince, strolled in wearing your grandma’s Sunday church suit and carrying your pimp’s weekday cane. BOW DOWN! Shortly after, RiRi strolled in wearing Prince’s HAIR. Oh, how I would have loved to be a fly in Karl Lagerfeld’s rice noodle ponytail so that I could witness Prince throwing shade at RiRi for taking his look! When doves cry, it’s because Prince stared them down.
And where can I get an application to be Prince’s hand-holder, because that is the job to have.