Fashion has always been the most fun indulgence for me. I love wearing it. I love going to shows. I love seeing it, in its most perfect form - on a model, a perfect model. A living coat hanger who walks into the room and changes it for the better, because when it's good, it's a marvelous mirage of beauty. Personally, I don't blame anorexia on fashion. I also don't like the #ImNoAngel campaign by Lane Bryant. It sends a bad message by way of the other extreme. No abs, no, tone, no thanks! And I'll tell you what! I am not paying $15 for a magazine full of non-super skinny models in Paris runway shows because that's not what I pay to see. I pay to see PERFECTION and total control, which is rare, and why I pay to see it on gorgeous pages. Men, for you to understand what I mean, let me take you there. Think about what it would mean for you to see big chics in porn, fat Playboy models, or older women in your Maxim magazine. You with me now? - Good! Now... A fe