Last night in Milan, a willowy swan rose flew out of Bobby Trendy’s flaming hole and sashayed down the runway for DSquared. You know, for years I wondered why the phrase “Work it, girl” even exists. Now I finally know the true reason why RuPaul’s nipple gave birth to the phrase under a disco ball many years ago. It was born just so we could all shout it while salivating glitter over these pictures of Tokio Hotel’s Bill Kaulitz stomping on hos on the catwalk.
If Glamberace and Johnny Weir made beautiful love in the bathroom of a Wienerschnitzel, their creme de la cum loads would mix together and create this opulent nymph you see before you. EXTRAVAGANZAAA!