Erin Wasson is BACK. On several levels.
To paraphrase a Fug National on Twitter, there is more fabric on her head than on her rump. If it helps, her nipples are not hanging out… biut the rest of her is, so be warned:
She looks like she’s sauntering around the deck of a sex yacht anchored off the coast of St. Tropez, serving champagne to grey-haired businessmen in bathrobes who’ve paid handsomely to have them removed every twenty minutes. Credit to her for giving some major face on top of this absurdity, but… I mean, I guess if she WANTS to be known as Erin NothingOn in perpetuity, then she’s really scoring an ace here.
[Photos: Getty, WENN]