The meek may inherit the earth, but the genetically blessed inherit cheekbones and bee-stung lips, which to some many be one-and-the-same. Or better, depending on your personal level of depth (this writer: shallow as fuck).
This brings us to a certain model who goes by Gigi Hadid, a woman who splits her time between donning angel wings, hanging with Kendall Jenner, and doing the female equivalent of the thing where exceedingly hot people impregnate you through a mere photo.
She is on not one but two covers of this month’s edition of Vogue Paris. The first, a sparkly, sweet-like-cupcakes edition for the grand public:
And the second, a black-and-white subscriber’s edition in which she wears (next-to) nothing but Chanel N°5.
Come, my fellow mortals. Let us weep, because we are gazing on la perfection:
