Naomi Campbell slaps me. Or throws her phone at me, either one is doable.
oh, and Terry Richardson never gets hired again.
If I can achieve just one of these things, I will die a very happy woman.
True only semi-related story: I once worked as a secretary for a lawyer who was trying to get Naomi Campbell involved in a charity event she was volunteering with and somehow got her assistant’s phone number and insisted I call over and over asking for Naomi to call my boss.
So I can check off being cursed out, threatened with a harassment lawsuit, and hung up on by Naomi Campbell’s assistant off my bucket list.
It was everything you’d imagine the experience to be.
SO um apparently Tom Hiddleston is going to be in a nother period movie
At first I was like
1840s maybe 1850s, a little too *goth* but not so inaccurate I can’t deal with it.
And then I saw the other costumes
1900s Gibson Girl with an Elsa Schiaparelli belt this movie might as well be title HAHAHAHAHAHAHA FUCK YOU OMGTD. The rest of this movie could be fucking flawless but I will never be able to enjoy it because I’ll be picking apart every little inaccurate costume detail.