Flammable weaves, elegant dresses stolen from the Footballers’ Wives costume closet and graceful moves were the theme at the Aintree Ladies Day in Liverpool, England yesterday. Ladies Day is when delicate flowers from all over give dignity the day off and put on their most glamorous ensembles to watch the Grand Nationals. And by “watch the Grand Nationals” I mean stare into a plastic cup full of bottom shelf champagne until it’s empty.
This whole event was just a beautiful trash heap of tarnished rhinestones and ho shit antics. Look at this shit! You know you’re in a special place when you witness a graceful swan kissing the tarmac with her cooch. This is what my dreams are made of.
I mean, you can’t spell “class” without ass (see the portrait above).