…not to be confused with THE New Look. I figured that since a) I myself have a “new look” (the fashionistas are calling it “being a giant wide-load”), I should do a miniature makeover around here as well.
Here’s me looking, erm, buxom, with my best friend Billy Budd.
So, here’s my new look. My life, for now, has gone sans serif. Sans. Motherfucking. Serif. Living wild. Wild, I tell you. What’s next, buying a horse?