When I got home from the gallery this afternoon my husband informed me of a suspect package sitting on the front steps ..."Suspect?" ...I asked ...He replied "I dunno, it just looks like it's filled with anthrax or something"
". . . buuuuuuut, it's okay if I open it?" ..."eh he he" was all I heard.
I'm pretty sure Chanel isn't trying to poison us, babe.
But thanks for protecting me from the anthrax.
Chanel Temporary Skin Art
Jak & Jil