no one understands this. not even the chinese bootlegger who sold me all those second rate marie antoinette post cards (who i later gave a Neutral review cuz the quality was so piss poor – which didnt stop me from hanging every one on my walls at the crib)
so here we have keeersten dressed up like a backup dancer for gwen stefani singing one of the worst tunes from the 80s.
but who cares? look at those dimples. look at those teeth. check out those eyes.
tell me they dont make you melt.
and all through the lens of my man murakami?
ahhh kirsten. bring it on baby.
its been broughten.