Teen fashionistas. The sort that say "Oooh, I love fashion". And then proceed to tell you about their giant Dolce and Gabbana belt and Louis Vuitton bag. The ones that go "what?" when you mention dear Martin Margiela to them. The sort that go "who?" when you mention Anna to them. Anna Wintour. This women is demi-god of fashion; and the so called "fashionista" does not know who Anna is.
I hate these sort of people. This blog has genuine teenagers interested in fashion reading it. I know this because the fakes and phonies I had banned from the blog.
Unfortunately Chanel's acquired a status of "desirability" among the so-called "fashionistas" who've never heard of Comme des Garcons. I am very upset about this. I do not want ugly girls who wear jeans-and-a-disgusting-white-t-shirt carrying a Chanel bag. I do not want some celebrity wearing Chanel sunglasses. It disgusts me. Chanel is not for everyone. In bold, hmm? Chanel is not for people who are fat, despite what the motivational T.V speakers say. You're getting fat watching the speaker on T.V anyway, hmm? Go out and run to Paris! From New York, from LA....oh, LA. LA the land of the "casual". LA the land of fat women, fat women like Paris Hilton and Mary-Kate Olsen. These fatties are worshiped there! Mary-Kate is adorable, but when was the last time she wore Chanel, hmmmmmm?
No, Mary-Kate is wearing Balenciaga and Marc. Disgusting.
I just sent a memo to Brad at security- all the security guards are called Brad. We're going to run Chanel with bouncers now. Who cares about the money, hmm? We have one trillion dollars in assets. We have more property than McDonald's (cue vomit) and the Catholic Church combined. We own a Tardis. We can time travel. We're bigger than Andre Leon Talley!
Anna and I went to a resturant today, by the way. Andre was there. They had a 3 hour long staring match. Through sunglasses.