Vivienne Westwood Is Out Of Her Damn Mind & Loving Every Minute Of It

The world you’re about to enter is insane. Up is down. Men are women. Pillowcases are dresses and dresses are paint tarps and everyone has a mustache. Still: There’s fun, infectious energy; obsessive attention to detail; modern gypsys and crowns!

Selling-bread-at-the-village-open-air-market-chic.

They’ll-always-know-it’s-you-in-the-last-stall-of-the-ladies-room-chic.

Hoping-to-catch-the-next-train-to-Budapest-chic.

Auditioning-for-a-Kriss-Kross-video-in-1992-but-accidentally-bringing-your-bedsheet-with-you-chic.

Pillow-case-chic.

Bedspread-from-a-motel-in-Tucson-chic.

Unhealthy-love-for-your-bathrooom-wallpaper-chic.

Just-bumming-around-Andalucia-for-a-few-years-instead-of-going-to-college-and-by-the-way-it’s-prouncounced-Anda-lu-THEA-chic.

It-doesn’t-matter-if-my-country-is-real-or-not-you’re-still-banished-chic.

I’d-really-like-to-paint-you-and-by-the-way-I-only-do-nudes-chic.

Mom-I’m going-to-this-party-and-if-I’m-not-back-in-three-days-call-the-cops-and-sell-my-stuff-and-know-I-died-happy-and-spent-chic.

It’s-not-a-phobia-it’s-fashion-chic.

You-will-all-be-sorry-when-my-memoir-is-a-bestseller-chic.

Where-The-Wild-Things-Are-chic.

When-I-Say-Wild-Things-I-mean-literally-chic.

Softball-uniform-at-the-Surrealists-School-chic.

Derelicte-chic.

If-you-have-to-ask-you’ll-never-know-chic.

Wait-New-Year’s-Eve-was-how-many-months-ago?-chic.

Applause for the Grand Dame!

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