I started this letter to you (imaginary letter, of course, because you would be too busy attending your numerous family and your highlife obligations to answer my letter) to ask you one thing: where are thou, Angie?
I miss your old crazy days, your days of leather and all black, when fashion was the least thing on your beautiful mind! (more images after the jump)
The days when you gave yourself up so easily and said you were having intimate relations with your date at the time on the way to some fancy Red Carpet event!
The mad days of Tomb Raider! Oh, such joy and such innocent fashion bluntness! If I just close my eyes, this Akris white suit and this …well, let’s call it haido will simply disappear!
Because today, dear Angie, I just realized I won’t miss anything if I won’t be following you for the next 40 years! I bet that by the time you reach your fine sixties, you’ll look just like this! With an earring, of course, because you don’t have the same smart eye you had when you were young so you didn’t noticed you only had a solo earring. Just one! (and you thought no one else would notice either!).
Dear Angelina, my days of thinking you were the true rebellion on Hollywood’s artsy fancy Red Carpet are now over! Your Akris white suit, your Asprey jewelry and your Stuart Weitzman shoes just gave me enough for many days (and Red Carpets with you and brave man Brad) to come!