Oh my goodness. Oh my goodness, goodness gracious. I simply cannot believe that Kors 'n' Klum 'n' Krew dismissed my beloved Alison Kelly last night. Especially because Vincent's poor excuse for a garment resulted in his sending an ionic column of pseudo 'avant garde' junk-collecting CRIZZAP down the runway.
But, me oh my. As Rich FourFour has continuously pointed out, Alison is a beacon of cuteness and light, who mos-def wakes up to rainbows and waterfalls everyday. If anyone were going to ride a unicorn across a rainbow, it would be my beloved Alison Kelly.
Because I thought I loved Alison because she looked like Bridget Bardot, but now I realize I love her more than anything because she is the living incarnate of Rainbow Brite.
Alison - you're still designing clothes for me in my dreams. How I love you, always 'n' forever.
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3 comments:
bahahahahaha!!! wonderful...
I always thought she looked more like Sandra Dee . . .
I see her as a youngish Stockard Channing. The hot, slutty Stockard Channing from "Smoke." Not the aristocratic Stockard Channing from "Six Degrees of Separation." She even has the teeny lisp and the cute overbite.
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