When I was in Paris, all of the German refugees began to flow in and it was a very sad time.
But you see, that’s the gilded prison of fashion. We’re riding in private jets, and meantime I was so incredibly, painfully sad and lonely.
There’s no excuse to be bored. Sad, yes. Angry, yes. Depressed, yes. Crazy, yes. But there’s no excuse for boredom, ever.
It’s sad that we have become so accustomed to bad service that we’re shocked when we get good service.