I don’t know, the contrast between Benedetta who at forty-five when I met her looked stunning in the most humble of tops and bottoms, and the glitz overload of the Trump clan got to me.
Someone complimented my sweater yesterday and I launched into an impromptu riff channeling how Trump would have fielded it.
“Well, you know, I am so very, very fashionable. You know, when I go to Europe, everyone tells me–everyone–that I’m more fashionable than anyone in Paris, London, or Milan. In fact I’m like a really, really fashionable person. Believe me. I’m probably the most fashionable person you’ll ever meet.”