Paris Hilton unveilded her new line at a shopping mall in Mumai today, who got a warm reception by the locals. Her arriving attracted a throng of onlookers and photographers.
The fashion icon heiress have a splashy show-up in a green and leopard print dress and black shoes trimmed with the same animal pattern.
I would think that in this case "unveiled her handbag line in India" would be a complex euphemism for a sexual act.
I'm guessing the "handbag line" is south of the Brazilian border?
Ugandan relations?
Last edited by fxh (2011-09-25 22:46:58)
I am sorry but I do not understand why she would unveil that handbag in India and not in mainland USA. Those bags cost a lot of money and I feel bad that she did not consider the poverty level of the country she launches from. Just my thought....
Mumbai, one fucking stinking hell hole. Trust me, that country is not the future and anyone who tells us it is, is pulling our tossers.
As expensive as London and Paris with none of the niceties of these cities.
The myth of India is this: a population explosion and a middle class real estate bubble disguised as a technological and industrial revolution. The only people its fooled are the bankster (no fucking surprise there then) and the money men who are busy relocating as many jobs there as possible regardless of the actual skilled labour base available.
My sister's description isn't far off from stinkhole either.
I hate calling Paris Hilton an heiress. Her family knows her life's too much of a joke for her to inherit anything. I think of her more as the Arthur Bach of the Hiltons.
It's truly, truly, a nasty, ugly and sewage smelling alternative reality, through a dark glass, depressingly.
Some third/second world locations, like Rio are a thrill to the senses and one is imbued with heightened awareness and delight. Other places, Mumbai and Caracas are examples, where one feels they have crossed over into a seperate reality, in the wrong universe where everything is familiar but strangely grotty and third rate.
In Mumbai, despite the hype and expensive real estate, one is forced to take refuge in 5 star hotels at 5 star prices where the bar invariably closes at 10PM. Whilst the breeze carries the reassuring and remindful stench of raw sewage that keeps on telling you to get the hell out of this place.
Of course, Claude Levi Strauss told us all of this back in the day and as William Blake, he considered that we would get our future myths from the West. This return to the stinking mass of open sewerage and over population that we now see with the power axis returning to the flea pits of the East, is an aberration against all natural laws. Only the syphillitic brains of money men could wish and endorse such a horror on our children and grandchildren.