Olsen Twins

In a dark corner of Manhattan's Gramercy Park Hotel, Mary-Kate Olsen sits alone smoking Marlboro Reds. Her blue eyes are the size of salad plates, her lips almost too large for her face. A black fedora is perched low over her shock of tangled blond hair. She's impossibly small, her garden-hose legs bottoming out into a pair of ridiculously high black Balenciaga ankle boots. When asked how often she wipes out in those, Olsen cocks a foot out from under the table and laughs agreeably. "Oh, I fall all the time," she says, her little hand ashing her cigarette into a tiny silver pail already filling up with butts. "But I could be in flats and fall."




JAG ÄLSKAR DEN HÄR BILDEN!!!!  ♥