This isn’t your typical fashion editorial. It’s an ode. A wild, glamorous, and slightly unhinged love letter to those bold souls who paired silk with engine grease, stilettos with sleds, and grace with glorious madness. And they didn’t just survive—they slayed.
Venus Meets Michelangelo, and He Blushes
She stands, arms lifted, like a modern Venus with a killer blowout and a black dress that could bring the Renaissance to its knees. Across from her: David. Stoic. Classical. A literal stone-faced god. But today, even he looks a little… shook. Art meets attitude, and the museum may never recover.