I know I'm dooming myself to eternal Uggs-ad hell by following up the last post with this one, but... who would've guessed that, tonight at the first meeting of my exciting fashion illustration class, LIKE 20% OF THE GIRLS IN ATTENDANCE WOULD BE SPORTING FOOT ELEPHANTS?!?
That's right, MULTIPLE ladies who paid good money to learn how to draw elegant, elongated fashion figures, whose feet taper down to tiny little spikes, decided to make Uggs their first-day-of-school style statement. I was agog. I thought my old fashion school, with legions of girls in Chanel sunglasses tapping away on Sidekicks were bad. But no. It turns out that a whole generation of people prepping to enter the high-end fashion industry are fashion disasters. What a dirty little secret. Time to go soothe my distress with a stiff drink at the Little Joy's lunar eclipse party.
That's right, MULTIPLE ladies who paid good money to learn how to draw elegant, elongated fashion figures, whose feet taper down to tiny little spikes, decided to make Uggs their first-day-of-school style statement. I was agog. I thought my old fashion school, with legions of girls in Chanel sunglasses tapping away on Sidekicks were bad. But no. It turns out that a whole generation of people prepping to enter the high-end fashion industry are fashion disasters. What a dirty little secret. Time to go soothe my distress with a stiff drink at the Little Joy's lunar eclipse party.
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