If I've said it once, I've said it exactly 117 times, Fashion week giveth and it taketh away. And since it mostly taketh away from dummies who pay eight hundred bucks for a pair of pants. I really only see the giveth part. As in, it giveth us shots of Emily Ratajkowski baring her sweet teats at a Vogue party at Paris Fashion Week.
Yes, it's Paris' turn to host a week of money flowing from fools to the savvy, and a week of the likes of sextastic Emily in a top with no bra and barely contained funbags in her overpriced shirt. I couldn't be happy if I was there in person to pretend not to be looking at her stellar mams whilst nibbling on cheese on a stick. Though I do love cheese on a stick, so that and Emily's sweater puppies unleashed might actually make me happier.
Complain all you want about the expensive frivolity of fashion, it is one of the few reasons an epically hot bodied woman will show up mostly naked to a party with photographers around. I know. I've hosted so many parties at my place and it's impossible to get these ladies to show up, if braless at that. Enjoy.
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