The Princess and I were just hanging out last night watching, of course, American Idol. The Ex had been banished to the Princess’s room to watch TV on the Princess’s pretty pink Disney Princess TV because he wanted to watch Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew. I have nothing against Celebrity Rehab, but I don’t think it’s appropriate for the Princess to watch it until she has a bona fide addiction – maybe when she’s 12.
Seeing as American Idol has been PAINFULLY boring this season (i.e. everybody sucks), I started to flip through the March edition of Vanity Fair and stumbled across this little piece of art.
When did Louis Vuitton start featuring corpses in their ad campaigns? How did she get there? Did she pass out from hunger? Did she trip and fall and hit her head because of the Uggs with the spring-loaded heels?
And what the hell is going on with the birds?
I’m getting a very Tippi Hedren/“The Birds” vibe here. I think the birds are stalking her. Waiting patiently, looking around for witnesses. Getting ready to peck her eyeballs out. The one by her feet is getting ready to make off with the bag.
Now that I think about it, I like my artistic vision much more than “skinny girl in grass”.