I’m having a Cindy moment right now.
You know when you go to a themed party (the very idea of which makes me never want to leave the house) and some people are wearing costumes and some people aren’t and then there are those people who are wearing the wrong costume? And it’s super embarrassing? And that’s why themed parties never work? Well it looks like that’s what happened at the Whitney’s summer of love party.
Seems like you couldn’t swing a dead cat without hitting a gal who thought that Cindy Crawford was the best thing to come out of the sixties. And to show their respect, they all wore Herve Leger.