heartbreaks

So much for my favorite mags. Cmon, Olivier. WTF. Lohan? Thanks for the ulitmate fash mag bonerkiller, Zahmzie.

This cover is for when she is like, 35 and remaking herself as some sort of televangelist born again virgin who does those infomercials about the machine that keeps zucchinis fresh for 11 years in vaccuumed plastic bags, NOT FOR THE NEXT ISSUE OF PURPLE, WHICH I WAIT FOR V V IMPATIENTLY, TWICE A YEAR.

Barf.
Sandwiches.