The Language

Fashion is fab world, where a Dior dress can tell you that you look classier nude and crude, like a worm on a plate. The less you wear, the more you bear. Almost as magical as an angel who lost his (her?) wings. Who knows the gender of the angels, anyway. Not us, we do not have the presumptuousness to say what is male or female. We just open our eyes, as wide as beer allows us to. Here goes Shaughnessy Brown, the name alone would have been worth an article, captured in various fantasies by another lady, Brianna Capozzi, for a couple sheets of paper called Interview, german version. Love Germany, love its cheap shops, its nightlife, the imagination they have and we've almost lost. And Dieter Bohlen, of course.