Whilst showin off her latest Pugh ensemble, strollin through Williamsburg (she was forced to meet a friend there for brunch. Trust.), Shaolin helps to shut down the local American Apparel and stumbles upon ANOTHER mini, wooden Stonehedge (I guess whoever made the original was also a fan of Spandex? I mean, this AA has been here for, like, ever, right?). Meanwhile, the FW10 McQueen hat she decided to throw on last minute casually fends off the great white about to attack her (Don't worry; the blood stayed on the shark.) as proud mama SybSyb watches on and a sign appears in the distance, as decadent and sparkly as the post-overpriced-holey-tshirts Balmain collection, announcing her greatness. BAM, RELEVANCE.
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