Last year, on her birthday, Winnie Harlow wore a gilded sneeze. There is at least MORE to this one? Like… recognizable underpants! And sleeves! They are welcome plot twists! But of course, she did also compensate for that by squeezing even MORE underboob/inner-sideboob out of it, so the birthday-suit literalness is still in effect. I guess whatever calculus she’s doing in her head is in her very own mathematical language. Happy birthday, Winnie! My abacus is too broken to keep up.
