Words are failing me:
This is what would happen if you found yourself on the verge of a walk of shame home from an assignation in a Jonathan Adler hotel and you decided that instead of wearing your cocktail dress in daytime, you would fashion for yourself a pantsuit fromthe rug and just pretend REALLY HARD that you DIDN’T just have a one-night stand, but ACTUALLY you’re an ALIEN FROM THE FUTURE who rode into our planet with her Alien Motorcyle gang, full of big plans to eat all our brains. And hope that FEAR prevents everyone in the lobby from snickering.
[Photo: Splash]
