LOOKS THAT KILL

If I had a cigarette for every time a bum asked me for a cigarette while taking outfit photos downtown… I’d be Philip Morris. Sometimes you need to will yourself into mania. Slip into those velvet overalls you’ve never washed, the Motley Crue tee your ex-boyfriend handed down to you. Toss your blonde hair to the side, hold it in place with a bowler cap that’s helped you look your best while behaving at your worst. Fend off the fiends with a spiked collar but invite their jealous gaze with a cargo jacket cooler than Nikki Sixx’s hair in 1985. Boot up with a pair of flat shoes that’ll at least keep your feet comfortable when the rest of your body aches from one...