She really let herself go after her stage career fell apart. Frankly, not just anyone can wear gold body paint like that. And not just anyone should. But points for style. At least two points, maybe even three.
I’m digging on the strange ear-buds. They’re kind of like something I saw Martha Stewart make out of two walnut shells and a can of gold spray. But I don’t think she was suggesting they go on anybody’s ears. I guess better that than adding a few tassels and seeing if they can spin in opposite directions.
That’s how you can tell we’re classy people.
Somehow, this reminds me less of the big top or a ballet troup than an anti-gin campaign poster. Fair ladies, do not partake of the juice of the juniper berry, or you will end up most seriously blotto.
To be fair, she is something of a lightweight. After all, she’s made of papier-mâché. But I have to ask, how many bottles of Beefeater would it take for me to end up catatonic and splay-legged in the housewares section of Savers? One? A martini? It’s a short, short road to degradation, my friend. You just turn left on Dean Keaton and Red River and drive a half mile, and hang a right when you pass Excess, you can’t miss it.
Savers on North Loop and Burnet, Austin