We all know that Kanye West travels with his vanity next to him, but no-one expected him to find a narcisstic match (Amber Rose). I know I'm supposed to be, but I'm somehow not upset with the exposed I'm-the-shit-ness these two exude. There's something infinitely intriguing about their ability to do what most of the world cannot let themselves do, what society meters, what new company won't comprehend, the ability to love one's self (noted: these two have enough self-love for North America).
The couple (?), spotted at the Narciso Rodriguez after party at Rose Bar (who wants to visit?) are BOTH rocking stunner shades. Even if their proximity implies being into each other, the shades insist that both are into themselves, respectively, more. And the blogsphere, I'm sure, is filled with pissy rants about their conceit. But...who cares? Why so mad? What did their conceit ever do to you? Don't get mad, get better...or at least that's how I feel about it. Maybe I'm too vain myself.
Either way, this photo captures a refraction of an artist's classic romantic gaze where the subject would project love or admiration onto an object. Here, we see those feelings refracted, against designer glass, to themselves. Lovely.
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