Hi. We’re two New York gamines that someone from New York Magazine has stopped in the street to photograph because we’re douchebaggy enough that we dress like it’s 1969 by tying hideous scarves around our heads, even though we have no comprehension of history, sport stupidly oversized colorized sunglasses straight out of Jodie Foster in “Taxi Driver,” even though we’ve never seen it, and stick our tiny little pink tongues into one another’s mouths for the camera because, outside of one of us fucking John Lennon’s hack musician kid, this is one of only two ways we know how to get attention. When we first met, one of Charlotte’s tits was hanging out, which is the other thing we do to get attention. Aren’t we smart? Thank God Mommy and Daddy fund our bullshit waste of space on Planet Earth, so we can spend our days tonguing each other’s tonsils and name dropping Yoko Ono. Hopefully, no one will ever figure out we hate each other almost as much as we hate ourselves for being such culturally parasitic members of the human race. |NYMagazine|
Charlotte Kemp Muhl, Model, Musician, Total Douchebag (above left), and Sarabeth DeLeury, Philosopher (are you fucking kidding me?) and Actress