Today I went to the first ever Rick Owens store and it was undergoing renovations and Michéle Lamy was in there and she said “Bonjour!” to me and I almost passed out. She literally looks like someone from another world. I tried to sneak a picture of her but all I got was the top of her Alien-esque head-wrap as she was going down the stairs, and the area around her is distorted like some sort of weird spiritual aura.

Anyway homeboy gave me a s/s14 Vicious book and let me take a couple pictures on my disposable in the store, even though you’re not supposed to. Two of the attendants said they loved my Gleam sweater, and one of them was super into my 1942 WWII field jacket. If those pictures don’t turn out I’m gonna piss on my own face.