For all the uninspired shit floating around the blogosphere, I take comfort in the fact that for every ten personal diaries covering some ego maniacs mundane existence (Cory Kennedy anyone?) there’s at least one offering that is conceptually brilliant or just plain weird.
And considering the recent passing of Easter as well as my girlfriend’s unhealthy obsession with rabbits, I thought it fitting to honour Fifi. The Haress to old money (a pun so bad it’s good) Fifi is a fictional socialite who has a penchant for the latest couture and flaunts it accordingly. She only exists on paper but that’s all part of the fun – Check it out here
