Sweet ROFLhouses, the cryptic nymphet. Loving her is such an acquired taste sort of experience, like seltzer water. When you see her, she’s not that slim definition of “gorgeous” that you’re brainwashed into during school; she’s not curvy, blonde, or blue–eyed. She’s almost fowl–esque, her eyes are kind of close together, she has an aura of awkwardness and falling over things, her nose is a teeny bit blobbish at the tip, and the heavy shy–girl bangs. But then, if you kind of squint and then open your eyes normal, she’s an absolutely stunning biyatch. And she reads Dante, so I’ve heard, through the grapevine of Fbook. She plays drums in Babyshambles, even though that means chilling with the shower–needy Pete Doherty; she’s also doing a collab with Sean Lennon. I’m obsessed with her cigarette–sucking, indie dressing persona. Her adverts are really so nice, so nice, they make me want to suck crack out of a cigarette. And seeing her on the runway makes me down some Stoli and Diet Coke Plus.
Love,
Natski
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