As you may have heard, it’s been sweltering in Los Angeles. The air is steamy and chowder-thick and it is NOT a dry heat right now and that means whenever I walk outside my sweat glands spring to action like tiny geysers. So the micro jorts here make sense. Nobody’s legs are taking kindly to fabric right now. But leather boots and a blazer? I don’t care how wee the bra top is; there is no sense to be found here when it’s 96 with a side of hellfire.
Oh, and while we’re here:
Don’t TEXT AND BIKE, Justin — and where is your helmet? HAILEY. You may want to enroll Justin in some engaging Zoom school while you run your errands.