I have a bizarre designer fantasy. It borders on
cannibalism. I'd like to sink my teeth into
Alber Elbaz's supple cheeks, and while I'm at it, give him a quick tickle on the chin. Obvious choices like Brad Pitt and George Clooney are yawwwwwwn compared to this sartorial genius. It would behoove the
Lanvin creative director to obtain a restraining order. If I saw him
walking down the street, I don't think I'd be able to control myself. There's no sexual motive whatsoever and I have no intention of chewing or swallowing; just a brief nibble. But who can resist those
cheeks, that bow tie? Speaking of his cravat, I'd like to tug at the tie and then quickly release it. Sort of like what
clowns do to each other.
I certainly don't mean to fetishize a grown man. But I think most psychology professionals would agree that it's a good thing for me to talk these things out. My objectification of Mr. Elbaz is completely harmless. Personally, I don't care what Freud would have had to say about my "problem". Besides, I'm a
Jungian.
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