I guess the band Berlin performed this weekend, and I'll say this for Terri Nunn: This DID take my breath away.
Unfortunately, it was not from awe, but rather in a somebody-put-me-on-a-respirator-or-give-me-a-paper-bag-so-I-can-hyperventilate-into-it way.
I also can't help thinking that if Rachel Zoe were to start eating and stop tanning, then this could as easily be a photo of her 20 years from now performing Broadway-themed cabaret act called, like, Zoeklahoma or something. But that doesn't solve Terri Nunn's immediate problem of wearing the world's least flattering corset-and-granny-panty combo and adding curtain fringe. To put it in lyrical terms she might understand, I have no more words.
Unfortunately, it was not from awe, but rather in a somebody-put-me-on-a-respirator-or-give-me-a-paper-bag-so-I-can-hyperventilate-into-it way.
I also can't help thinking that if Rachel Zoe were to start eating and stop tanning, then this could as easily be a photo of her 20 years from now performing Broadway-themed cabaret act called, like, Zoeklahoma or something. But that doesn't solve Terri Nunn's immediate problem of wearing the world's least flattering corset-and-granny-panty combo and adding curtain fringe. To put it in lyrical terms she might understand, I have no more words.
