Heidi Klum isn’t ALWAYS walking in and out of work, it seems. Sometimes she meanders around other parts of Los Angeles, and blessedly, she did not half-ass the oddity this time. Her boots (which remind me of bubblegum ice cream) and their itchy-looking tags are paired with what you might think is an enormous pleated shirt-dress…
… but you’d be only half right, as indeed, that is only half of the garment. And I did not expect the sheer plot twist that has her in jorts underneath all that. Heidi, please, stop shopping at The Atelier of Dr. Moreau. He’s playing fashion God and it’s bad for humanity.
Some bonus bananas:
Did one of America’s talents involve a wolf that eats only denim?