New York is supposed to be one of the biggest fashion cities, therefore I can't understand why I came across a picture of this busted ass chick. Nipples looking like teacup saucers. Is somebody around here MILKING THIS BISH?! Then she had the nerve to have on leggings with that lace tablecloth shirt. *FTFO*

Her friend is just as busted. Did she use regular BLACK weave bonding glue to secure her BLONDE lacefront? I.JUST.CAN'T.AND.WON'T. Her disco ball sequined pants and winter white shirt should have gotten her NO ENTRY into that establishment. Seriously.

This crap here. Once again she's putting her back into it and he's on the wall enjoying the show. Even had the nerve to smile for the camera....CLICK, CLICK. They thought they were on getting busy wayyyyy in the back by the staff entrance; like no one would see them. The photographer "Smile you're on candid camera'd" their asses.

Okay....if this outfit was in memory of Eartha Kitt, I'm all for it. But if it was just some "I'm so different" type ish I deny her claim. NO!