Gucci Models carry their own Prosthetic Heads down runway

I like to think of myself as someone who dresses well and I think most people can agree that it feels good walking out the door when you know your fit is on point. HOWEVER, understanding the world of high fashion has always and will continue to elude me and this only solidifies argument.

I have zero clue how anybody signed off on this being a good idea, how can the audience properly critique (Are there judges? I’m not sure what actually happens at fashion shows) the clothing when their eyes are always on the extremely realistic severed heads.

Also, why did they pick the creepiest looking models possible? They look like Scandinavian inbreds, wouldn’t surprise me if there’s a little caribou DNA in the blonde.

And why is their a surgery operating table in the back? There’s just way too much going on here.

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Toronto Firefighter found in California after disapearing on a ski trip… in New York

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WILMINGTON, N.Y. (AP) — Police on Wednesday were trying to piece together how a 49-year-old skier whose disappearance sparked a massive search on a snowy New York mountainside ended up six days later in California, confused and still in ski clothes.

Filippidis told deputies he remembered little, but thought he’d suffered a head injury, rode in a “big rig-style truck” and slept “a lot,”

Constantinos “Danny” Filippidis went missing on February 7th while on an annual skiing trip in upstate New York. SIX…six days later he showed up in Sacramento, California, the complete opposite side of the country, not remembering the vast majority of what transpired in that time.

Head injuries are scary stuff, I’ve had a handful of concussions from sports and one from skiing. Luckily for me, I woke up to ski patrol asking if I was ok instead of waking up over two thousand miles away.  Hopefully, Danny winds up okay and makes a full recovery.

On a lighter note, if you’re a fan of our work you probably like to booze, and you’ve probably come out of a blackout doing something embarrassing or in a location you probably shouldn’t be. Sometimes you wake up and laugh off your drunken decisions, other times you discover you texted the love of your life something so ridiculous it will haunt you for all eternity. If you play you pay. My junior year of high school I blacked out for the first time; it was Wiz Khalifa concert if that helps provide context. I don’t remember hearing a single song, the only brief memory I have is stumbling down the lawn of the concert venue with five lit cigs in my mouth. That was my first through my fifth cigarette ever.