Today’s example of Celine-ing: This satin suit that looks like a high-fashion baseball uniform, so of course I want to imagine she’s agreed to be a manager/leadoff hitter in a recreational designer league. The Celine Satines. The Christian Dions. The Boob Rosettes. She will only recruit people who can pose the shit out of it while performing regular baseball duties, and the signal for “steal second” will always, always be a chest thump.
[Photo: Backgrid]
