In the vein of Leigh Lezark from yesterday, Cory Kennedy is another Fashion Week mainstay for whom I have zero time the rest of the year. Seriously, she is chiefly famous for having lots of MySpace friends and being picked as a cover girl for club kids with slouchy style (apparently this led to some modeling gigs). Like, I wish I'd known in MY teens that I could get front-row seats at Fashion Week just for looking really tired and unkempt all the time. I'd be in my hotel room right now rolling around in piles of expensive swag.
Anyway: Cory Kennedy. Here she is.
She looks like a latch-key kid whose mother does aura readings at outdoor music festivals, and whose father is Captain Jean-Luc Picard.
It gets odder:
Anyway: Cory Kennedy. Here she is.
She looks like a latch-key kid whose mother does aura readings at outdoor music festivals, and whose father is Captain Jean-Luc Picard.
It gets odder:
I wonder if she can flip this thing over and wear the grey part on top. Regardless, letting the shirt neck hang cheerfully in front of her crotch could bring a whole new meaning to the term "collarbone."
Wow. It's the first post of the day and already my mind is in the gutter. I might as well just skip Diet Coke and go straight to beer.
