From left to right: Clarendon-clad Nicky Hilton picks her nose, Hilton wanders Rite Aid, and Anonymodel Greg wears my Clarendon sweatshirt.
I'm such a fool. When tinfoil hat-wearing publicist Jonathan Cheban sent me a bag of overpriced goodies from his Clarendon line, I thought it meant something. I thought I was SPECIAL, you know? Ha, well, stupid me! I should've known; you fuckers are all the same. Thanks a lot, jerk.
[Images via JJB]