Wearable Wednesday For Restless Sleepers


For me, extreme wealth is about tiaras and roaming exotic places in pajamas. Occcasionally straddling a fountain with help from the concierge. 

Maybe I saw Mame too many times, but seriously, I’m all about brunch with Wallis who has trouble seeing from her yacht- I usually have to flag her down.

Sometimes I lose my palazzo keys and have to wait for Imar my manservant to climb the trellis and let me in. Sigh. 

Ugh. The peasants will never appreciate the pain of a turban induced headache. Only Nick Cannon and I know the suffering.

So I said to Ivana- I refuse to go another step until I am assured that’s no one else is wearing fringe hand woven out of unicorn arse hairs by Belgian nuns. I sense someone is copying my motif.  

Sigh. I smell poor people. 

Sometimes I like to ponder the deeper issues- like should my body waxer be tipped like the boy detailing my Bentley?

Evelyn, come down- they promise to restock the minibar!

Photo credits: Vogue.com