Welcome to moose and moosier, also known as Daisy Lowe and Pixie Geldof off-of no discernable use, and inexplicably starring in yesterday’s Red Label show off-of Dame Vivienne Westwood.
Now then now then, we j’adore Aunty Viv, je can’t get enough of her, je can’t get this friggin’ toothpaste stain out of our jim-jams (it’s fashion week, people. Not that we ever need an excuse to come to the orifice in our jim-jams), but do we really need to see these trouts walking down a runway to the sounds of Himalayan snare drums? (Though it was probably Kate Bush. Dame Viv likes a bit of Kate Bush. We like a bit of Kate Bush. Who doesn’t? Who? Doesn’t?)
The one on the right looks like something our cat threw up this morning (he’s called Noodle and looks like a little black lamb. The cat, not the sick. The sick looks like Pixie Geldof) and the one on the left looks like the sick before it went through Noodle’s digestive system. ie. Iams. Iams used to bum Mark Ronson. Whoopy freakin’ do.
We, frankly, don’t know what to do with ourselves. We’re fraught. We really are. Sarah Harding was front row at the show. We would’ve shoved her down the catwalk instead. Who? Wouldn’t? Have?
Altogether now… ‘There are several mooses loose about this hoose/we hate these mooses to pooses, etc.’