Sometimes it is interesting to watch TV.

Today's fashion sentence: a glamorous guy with a nice smile, brought by a Jewish mother, dressed comfortably, but somewhat bagged.
The transmission was led by a strange company from the leading in a narrow on the belly tiny shirt, in a colorful butterfly and with an out-of-the-eye towel in the pocket of a basil jacket, a lady of the age with a decolt, as well as a slightly younger lady in an alternative shirt with a cut on thin keys and thin neck in abundant fears. They managed to dress the guy so that he turned into a scattered, finite Gandon in appearance, and even his smile became somewhat unclear.

The power of art, fucking.