I’ll wait here as you break all the mirrors in your house, because mirrors only remind all of us that we’re not as beautiful and glamorous as this exquisite creature. Having (insert the number you get when you multiply how many mirrors you have in your house times seven) years of bad luck is better than constantly being reminded that you’re not Jocelyn Wildenstein.
While looking like a freshly polished goiter on a golden cheetah’s taint, Jocelyn Wildenstein and her pucker-inducing leather toy Lloyd Klein went to dinner at Mr. Chow in Beverly Hills last night. Everything about her is perfection from her uneven vanilla brows that look like dents in her face to her third lip to that lip liner. That lip liner is so delicate that it looks like a praying mantis intricately applied it with its legs.
And you can’t tell from these pictures, but the inside and outside of Mr. Chow was littered with hos who were consumed with emotion and passed out when Jocelyn got on the floor and lapped up her dinner (aka leche and Botox) from a crystal bowl on the floor.