Doesn't this look like a wax figurine of Nicky Hilton?
The shiny face and the stiff way she's holding her upper body are so Madame Tussaud's, and the scarf just adds to the notion that they didn't really finish the statue on time and so they're holding her head on by tying that thing reeeeally tightly.
None of which is really fug, per se, it's just weird. But luckily, the presence of formal shorts, on which we have put a pox and a fashion jihad, makes this a completely legitimate posting. That, and the fact that if you're out on the town wearing a sleeveless top and shorts so short that a Nair commercial could break out at any moment, you might not need the scarf. Just a theory.
Those poor shoes. Like so many pairs before them, they are victims of what's going on upstairs. Or perhaps more aptly, what's not going on upstairs, if you catch my drift, which you should, because it's really more like a hurricane wind.
