Some recent pictures of Tyra Banks in a swimsuit seemed indicate that perhaps someone had done jammed some cryptonite (or lots and lots of ice cream) down her throat and stripped her of her supermodel superpowers. It looks, however, like her photo shoot with Vanity Fair is an effort to show that she still knows how to take a good picture or two.
I’ll hand it to her, at least the woman doesn’t retaliate by starving her ass to death, which would be supremely annoying and the bouffant is a good use of weave. But seriously, lady, the “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” thing is DONE. That being said, I’m actually going to have a regular segment on a Canadian radio station in which I chat about gossip, entitled, “Breakfast at Tiffany’s.”
But that’s different. Because it’s me.