When Good Clothes Happen To Bad People

Is this or is this not the same jacket I was lusting after a month or so ago?

How long did it take Diana to completely f#%k this jacket up?  Why does this remind me of seeing someone with ridiculously scuffed up Christian Louboutin’s?  Damn you dirty Diana.  Aren’t you supposed to aspire to make anything look good?  How in the hell do you make a hot jacket look a hot ass mess?  Do you know where your going to Diana?  Do you know?  Looking like this I’m guessing to Mr. Blackwell’s Worst Dressed List.

I want to know who sent you

I don’t know which one of my blog readers was up to this, or which one of my friends, but you must think I am very naive. I have been driving past Fountain and La Brea everyday for the last 2 weeks….and not once…not one time….have I seen anything like this.

I have seen more than a few crazy things since I moved to LA, but James Brown with Ceily from Color Purple’s beautician is just too much for me.

I tried to get the best picture I could on my Blackberry’s camera phone, but unfortunately I could not truly capture how HE, yes HE had D’Angelo’s stomach cuts (circa How Does It Feel) with a gut reminiscent of someone in their third trimester.

Then the fact that he had the nerve to be dancing…..I just quit. It was too easy. I have decided to take another way home from work. One more of these and I’m moving back to Chicago where the pimps and hustlers keep the ladies(or men) of the night in line and I feel much safer.