Sometime after The September Issue came out, I was having a quiet dinner in a little restaurant in Lower Manhattan with Nicolas Ghesquiere, the designer for Balenciaga, who had flown over from Paris. ‘Grace, is it true that people recognize you wherever you go?’ he asked me suddenly. So when we finished eating, I suggested he walk home with me. And as we strolled past the many crowded restaurants, bars, and gay nightclubs in my part of town, people kept popping out, saying, ‘It’s Grace. It’s Grace! Wow — and Nicolas Ghesquière, too.’ Cell phone cameras flashed and clicked. In the end we just cracked up, the both of us behaving like Paris Hilton!
Testino…you suck and your photographs are shit. Look at this and tell me you are not throwing up internally on the composition an clothing and also color. Yay! pukefest!