I could not resist starting with this. I find it very charming:
“No Botox, guys! And I can prove it!”
Allow me to show you the entire thing:
This is weird and entertaining, and very slightly as if M.C. Escher decided that fashion was his true calling. It is a detour into Crackpotlandia, but not a full-on migration into the neighborhood. I like it, but I think it’s possible I will be the only one. Are you going to leave me on this island?