You could do worser than picking Danish delight Nina Agdal to wear your showy women’s clothing line. I’ve never paid more than eleven dollars (plus tax, which is another eleven dollars here in Los Angeles) for any single piece of clothing, but I like to think I know upscale fashions. And if I’m paying ten times my usual, I want to look like Nina Agdal. Well, if I were a woman. As a man I just want to be with her and I’d gladly pay whatever it costs in ripped and torn clothes damage as I express my Agda inspired passions.
Nina’s latest gig is pimping for Bebe. Since she once flashed her udderly magnificent funbags while shooting for Bebe, they hold a special place in my heart. I think I can afford one shoe from that place. I’d use the heel to pull back Nina’s tops just a bit more. I am the Macgyver of celebrity skin. And the skin on Nina, oh, boy, ever so nice. Enjoy.