Thursday, November 26, 2009

An open letter:

To the girl walking down The Terrace today wearing hotpants, a beret and a giant Nikon camera slung around her neck like she thinks she's fucking Henri Cartier-Bresson,

Honey, no.

Best Regards


the other kate said...

maybe she thinks the sartorialist is in town and she's hoping to stand out from the terrace crowd. or maybe she thinks she IS the sartorialist.

my name is kate said...

She's lucky she didn't end up as a dent mark in the bonnet of Le 1986 Laser.