Lydia Hearst is a supermodel who has been getting a ton of exposure lately, and here she is in some hot photoshoot for some magazine called “Perfect” from another country that you probably won’t see here and like all good fashion magazines they tip toe on the fine line of porn and high fashion/art. A line that I wish I new how to balance on so that people take me serious. Unfortunately, everytime I pitch this fashion magazines my concept for a shoot, they ignore my email, mainly because the concept is always the same, Supermodel wearing nothing but my mouth for a bikini bottom, so I can taste what she was up to last night.

Either way, I love Lydia Hearst, mainly because she makes her own money, despite having been from a family where she probably never had a to work a day in her fucking life and that says a lot, because all the whores I meet when I sneak into those chachi bars, are mooches lookin’ for a guy to pay for their shit in exchange for getting to see them naked, with hopes that their futures involve sleeping, shopping and doing nothing all day, spending some asshole’s money, until someone better comes along. It’s like the people who should be ambitious just waste space and someone like Lydia, who could have been a useless socialite, gets naked in fucking magazines and pays her own fuckin’ rent.

I think she’s my Jennifer Hudson. That was a Dream Girl reference that was a little too obscure, I’ve been up since 8 in the fucking morning thanks to a dog who sleeps all fucking day, except at 7:30 in the fucking morning when I want to sleep, because letting me fucking sleep off my hangover is too hard for his back alley retarded pug brain to understand…and here are those pics.