this is a segment i like to call V.I.L.E which stands for Various Immoral Lawbreakings for Embellishments.
what girl does not love balmain? i was thinking (while taking a brake from writing a paper on protest movements in the sixties) that maybe if i could pull an à la abbie hoffman and use my psychic energy to levitate the Pentagon until it glowed, at which time i would become the unofficial balmain girl.
a page from my sketchbook after so said thought.
note: i would like you to know that i am never to be taken seriously during this segment (in fact i should never be taken seriously in general, for cereal.) i have a very dark sense of humour, and i also believe i am the most hilarious person on earth. it's not a good combination, trust me. so anyways to quote my bff odb "fbi don't you be watching me."