Life Is A Fashion Show, The World

Happy, Happy Fashion. There Is Not Much More To It Than That.

I Like Spending Time At Home. In Paris, People Drop By And Have A Bite To Eat, Or They Drop By And Watch Friends On Tv. I Take My Dog To The Office There, And I Walk To Work Sometimes.

I Remember Walking The Dog One Day, I Saw A Car Full Of Teenage Girls, And One Of Them Rolled Down The Window And Yelled, 'marc Jacobs!' In A French Accent.

As Far Back As I Can Remember, I Had An Interest In Fashion. I Used To Go To Sleepaway Camp, And They'd Provide A List Of Things That You Had To Bring, And I Always Wanted To Be A Bit More Creative Than The List Allowed. Like, If They Required Chinos, I Wanted To Hand-paint Them.

I Wouldn't Know How To Find Ebay On The Computer If My Life Depended On It.