I live for the ensembles goddess Nicole Kidman dons for red carpet events.
Be it Gucci, Chanel, Dior or Lacroix – GIRL is the undisputed queen of couture! But with great power comes unsustainable responsibility leading to a great fall from fashion grace – and it all goes to shit.
From the moment I looked away from her face (flawless!) and onto her knee-length sequin gold and black dress (painful!) and I reached her shoes (enter gasp here!) I all but dropped my grip on my camera, hit my eye with the flash and choked on my own spit! ‘Lord, I can’t go on,’ I heard myself shout. “What’s wrong,” asked a fellow fotog. ‘It’s hurting my eyes!’ I responded. ‘Make it stop…’
I don’t know where to look for solace at this point! This is beyond cruel and unusual punishment… Whatever I did, Nicky – I swear I won’t do it again. Just make it stop











