Social media forces, UNITE! Help us to hunt that style-bitch down.
Our – god bless her name – most fabulous she-male ad world goddess was last seen in NYC.
This is not one of those little-innocent-country-girl-hits-the-big-city-get’s-involved-with-the-wrong-kind-of-mankind, that ends with the words “She was young and she needed the money”. By now means it is. Anyone acquainted with this blog and the dive herself knows that this ad-creature is very much accquainted with the sex, drugs and rock’n'roll game of the ad-land. Plus this wasn’t the first this ramshackeling she-male has given a vistit to NYC’s creative super-hunks. She has stayed with the likes of a Marc Wilkins and Manolo Celi. Both proofed to be perfect. Manolo made the most beautiful short film about Pinky and Marc took the little beast on a tip to Kiev. Judging by the Piny-NYC, there sure are no conventianal or unconvetional forces at work here. It has to be worse.
Now, it has come to our ad-attentive sensibele ears that there was some major female nature crap was happening. Miss Irene hit NYC.
Now don’t get us wrong. We all know Pinky is immortal! Only we think we deserve to know where that goddamn ad-slut hangs out, who (s)hes got her hands on now and which creative hot-spot (s)he is burning down to its fundaments.
We deserve to know the unpolished, raw and bloody truth!