Dear Sit
I found this in an old pack of typing paper that my grandmother gave to my mother to give to me.
It's A MYSTERY!!
I think the typewriter belonged to my uncle Ian who was trying to type a letter. Then along came Sandy/Alex, another uncle (who I don't think I've ever met) who RULES OK(!) Liz is his wife. Maybe they were all drunk.
20p! When I was little I used to play a game where I had an imaginary shop. EVERYTHING in my shop was 20p. I would like to go to this shop now.It's A MYSTERY!!
(also a mystery is why my mother would give me ANYTHING, which you'll understand if you've ever met that pscyho)
Karl loves building sites
Some words of wisdom from my favourite crazy designer-who-used-to-be-fat:
KARL LAGERFELD
"I'm rather pro-prostitution...Thank goodness for it. People need relief or they become murderers."
"Friendship is often used to describe something you are indifferent about. You shouldn't trivialise these things."
Notice in the men's toilets in Chanel office: "Pissing everywhere isn't very Chanel"
On possessions (despite owning a library and at least 25 iPods): "I don't care for them."
"I love the smell of building sites."
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