Wishing Mary-Kate (and Ashley, I guess) Olsen the Best. The Very Best.
I could slice open an artery for forgetting! Really, how could I overlook the anniversary of the day that God blessed us all with fashion icon and supreme being, Mary-Kate Olsen. And Ashley, too. But she’s not nearly as glorious as MK. (Who is, really?) And to celebrate, I plan on digesting a scant 25% of what I eat today. How will you honor the occasion?
The image that started it all, the shot heard around the world:
Here she is in a very rare non-black nail polish moment:
Back in black:
Effortlessly going blond, sporting fur:
Draped in drapes, not in the mood for your shit right now:
Heading to art class in a pair of shoes better than that Gimmie Shoes purchase you're trying to pull off:
A righteous Badgley Mischka ad or a before-and-after shot:
A hungry MK gnawing on a stripper's meaty, tan leg:
Ready to cast a spell, sparkle:
And finally, Mary-Kate (and her sister) doing what she does best -- being awesome in an all-black ensemble:
Happy Birthday, tubby! --Brock Keeling