For those of you but plain skeleton for toll in the New Year (and by “solid” we meant anything which doesn’t engage reheated pizza or Chinese take-out and chewed up old porn magazines-hey your dog can have fun with nipples too), here’s Alessandra Ambrosio’s epic Vogue print fire to hearten you up. Seriously, if these cinema ever dead from the internet it would be the homogeneous of a hulk black hole sucking in the souls and branch them in to a million damaged pieces…that’s how absolute it is.
