I once saw Joan Collins in full makeup and Chanel suit walking in front of my black convertible on a sweltering day looking as cool as a cucumber while some bottom-heavy tourists in stained tshirts who clearly did not know who she was imitated her strut across the intersection as well as their girth could allow. It was inspirational. Chanel Couture must trump triple digit temps. Whatever. Miss Collins rules.
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