Fugice Combs

Sometimes I think that if I were at Sundance — or if I could afford to be more fabulous at February’s frigid Fashion Week in New York — I would go all the way down the road to Campville and get togged up in exactly what Janice Combs is wearing.

Then I tear myself away from the furry splendor of her turban and jacket, and realize Diddy’s mother is wearing A JUMPSUIT made of COTTON SPANDEX — like the unholy spawn of leggings and unitards  — and that I have become suddenly delirious.