
It makes me unspeakably angry that a bewigged Coco Arquette is at New York Fashion Week and I’m not.
One’s hair should rarely speak more loudly than one’s outfit, and in the case of this pink wig — which looks like it was once part of a store-bought Strawberry Shortcake costume (the modern, trashy one) — it should be altogether silenced.
As for why I’m not in New York … I had business meetings. (Also, “school.” Barf.)