In the end—victory belongs to the supermodel; not to the patriarch. No panel discussions with Agness or photos opps with Linus? No scrumptious donated hors d’oeuvres donations from a French Bistro? It was fine, because the smirk she let off, so smoothly—Deyn had a killer in her, which we now know.
Nope.
It was an impressive turnout, given that the plotted story line was generously disclosed editorially in the invite. Lust was one thing—and ‘cool’ was another thing.
Agness was not present at her fancy movie screening, unfortunately—because she was ‘cool,’ lusty was a thing for longhaired chics.
