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September 11, 2004
New York Fugshion Week: Vincent Gallo
Just in case you were concerned that Vincent Gallo had, say, slipped in the bathroom and conked his head and come to, hours later, with the intense desire to take a shower, get a haircut, shave, invest in some Visine, and put on a clean, unwrinkled shirt that doesn't make him look like a creepy drifter hellbent on skinning you and using your pelt as a poncho:
That hasn't happened.
Posted by Jessica at 02:15 PM in High Fugshion | Permalink
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