I've come to believe the Kardashians are but an optical illusion designed to put viewers in a fugue state, wherein brain use stalls and the ability to recognize pores diminishes. Come, let us gurgle at the Kardashians' uncanny Christmas pictures.
Here's the "official" picture. (Do you think the Kardashians save "exclusive" content for their Christmas card?) Note the plasticine sheen and young Kylie looking like a skittish baby deer frozen in the headlights of a Orange Valley Hummer. Poor girl. She knows not what she partakes in.
Aah, the grand dame! She struts down the staircase in slow motion. There is no color because it is a classic movie moment, when the bewitching female lead turns every head in the room, and James Bond bends over to hide his boner. At least, that is I think what they are going for here.
"Stick with me, kid, you'll be a vapid branding juggernaut in no time."
They stared into the middle distance and thought of all the money they could make...
"Hey, girls! Just checking in to see how my favorite stripper pole-dancing ladies are doing! No, seriously, can we be a little less sexy for this multigenerational family portrait? It's kind of freaking me out."
And here I thought the Kardashians were an elite race of pre-retouched people, who wander the world with Photoshop overlays in place of skin.