The other day I sarcastically declared that it was World Fashion Week. It was actually a tee-hee for all the globetrotting editors, huffing and puffing to and from all ports of call, being beckoned to report on all the fashion news. I had no idea that I was 100% correct…that there is, in fact, this weird World Wide Fashion Week going on, yet no one had officially declared it such…except me…by accident…in jest. Now, let me immediately interject that in the case of Madrid and New Zealand (I kid you not) that these fashion weeks are a total fotz. Why Gwyneth Paltrow ended up at Madrid Fashion Week, must have more to do with her keen culinary tastes rather than her schmateh needs. But, then again, it’s always better to be the big celebrity fish in the little celebrity pond, since the only other celebrities attending Madrid Fashion Week was…well…no body. There are no celebrities in Madrid, except soccer players…and toreadors…and they wouldn’t be caught dead at a girlie fashion show.
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