Last night, Tess was sad because it was raining.
Well, not exactly because it was raining.
Really, because The Sartorialist told her if it wasn’t raining, he’d take a bunch of photos of her on the street.
But outside, it poured.
Which meant inside, it poured, too – Perseco, because there was no champagne.
What’s funny: When she uses her fake ID, Tess is actually older than me.
What a cruel and lovely world.
[HARRISON MOSHER - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]