a rival kitschbitch journal was just about acceptable, though slightly peeve-worthy. a retro emporium in copenhagen called kitsch bitch (thanks to jason for the heads-up) was quite cool. a room at the fabulous poptastic night in manchester called the kitsch bitch lounge was more than a little rocking, in fact.
but kitsch bitch dog accessories?
there literally are no words….
aaaah. I mean, serious, major, darn-tooting yee-hah type aaaah. this post comes to you from my brand spanking, sexy-ass, too-hot-to-handle, oh-baby-how-unbelievably-sexy-is-this-thing, I-can’t-believe-I-actually-own-this-thing, new ibook.
oh, and did I mention that the sun is shining, it’s beautifully hot here, I’ve spent the day on brighton beach basking in said sunshine with a lovely breeze and fine company, and my hangover has worn off so I actually feel perky (all symptoms of bodily pain and angst erased upon arrival of new computer, I hasten to add)
life is very sweet…