Paris stubbornness to present herself as a princess or fairy tale-ish character eludes me. There she goes again, Tinkerbell-ish, promoting yet another one of her products – her fifth perfume called Fairy Dust.
Because Paris sells. Because Paris deserves it and because Photoshop can do magic! Her twisted, artificially elongated torso continues with endless legs, Guiness Book of Records-worthy. Call me an unbeliever but I just don’t remember that fairies worn metallic gold bandeau, a blue scarf to hide out the essentials below the waist, metallic blue straps up the leg from ankles up to thighs all topped with peep toe white shoes. No, I refuse to give in to this new image of my beloved childhood fairies! Do you believe in fairy Paris? (and her magic scent?) (via)