When I look at my beautiful visage in the mirror as I wear this januty cap it reminds me that in fashion you're either in or you're out, and right now I'm in. It also reminds me that I look pretty tough and that Jackson owes me 50 cents and he better pay up. I know, I know, aboriginal tribes believe in the concept that a photo might steal a part of your soul. But you know what, how many abodiginals do you see modeling? So look out Bryant Park, here I come. And, Heidi, you better tell little Lou Sulola Samuel to lookout, cause there's a heartbreaker coming to town with the jauntiest cap you've ever seen. And if anybody gets in my way, they are going to find themselves wearing cement shoes at the bottom of the Potomac.
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