Maybe we just don't get fashion? But what if we did? That's pretty trippy if you ask us. So naturally, when we had all this B-roll eye candy left over from our fashion week coverage, we got stoned and made this video.
It was Christmas of 1990 in my grandmother's house. My Aunt Debra reached behind her and pulled a bullet from a box on a nearby bookshelf. She held it between her thumb and forefinger, looked at my mother, and said, "Janna, this has your name on it."