What runs through your dirty mind is another story
I truly love Rod Stewart.
I don’t care about his feathered hair. I don’t care about his unfortunate fascination, in the Seventies and Eighties, with puff sleeves. Or his continuing fascination with white suits. Or the fact that, with some teenage parenting, he could technically be old enough to be my grandfather. I love ... More >>
At least that's the hope of Miami Beach's faltering fashion industry