The scary thing is, I have no idea where this bruise came from.
It’s either from that supermodel soccer game just before Fashion Week…
Or from fighting to the middle of the Jane dance floor during Cassie’s set…
Or the unfortunate behavior of the girls next to me at the Barneys Warehouse Sale (who still, it must be said, failed to wrestle those Lanvin heels away)…
Or I guess it could be from an after-after party, though I generally play nice during those. Hmmm.
[DREE HEMINGWAY - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]