The dress is Guy Laroche. If you can call it a dress. It looks more like a napkin. In fact, it looks like a white version of that bib on a chain you wear at the dentist.
As for the skeleton?
Come ON. I know runway models are supposed to be walking clothes hangers, but . . . well . . . check the post title.
This girl looks SICK. Physically sick. Malnourished, third-world sick. And the people that are paying her to look like that are sick, too.
Listen, girlie: have a protein shake or twelve. Have a pot roast. And keep away from the cocaine, for GOD'S sake. Get some self esteem and a taco salad. Because whoever told you that was pretty was dead frickin' wrong. You look like you're going to die. That is not an exaggeration.
And while I'm giving advice, here's a little something for Guy Laroche. Guy, you know how you can make me happy? Take a wheel of camembert and shove it up your ass.
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