Cast Blog: #KELLONEARTH

This is War War War

A Proposal and a Birthday

Thank You

Fun Times

Toast and Scrambled Eggs

Givenchy and Donuts on D*cks

People Are Not Always What They Seem

I Was Tarday For the Partay

Team Revolution

Don't Be Tardy for the Party (Ohhh Ohhh)

BOYS...BOYS...BOYS and Goodbye Tandrew

High Five to the Rev!

Cheerio to London and Kell-O!

Emotions Equal Problems

Skinner, My Love

Jeremy Scott and London Fashion Week's 25th Anniversary

I Wore Lip Gloss

Staffing Headaches

Andrew vs. Tandrew

Kello-O. What You Need to Know.

Company Policy... And London Fashion Week Celebrates 25!

I Mean, Come On!

Viva La Revolution

I'm Going to Put Pajamas On

Block Out the Drama

Soiree at the Soho Grand

Junior Wolf

Message to the Crashers - Don't Mess with the Slayer!

The One Shoulder T-Shirt: A Tutorial

Just Another Day at the Rev

Following Your Dreams

Poison Apple, Poisoned Computer System

A Letter to Abra - The Spaniard That Got Away

Kell-O!

Fashion Industry is a War: Thoughts

This is War War War

"I am actually trying to help these people, so-called interns who want a job in fashion."

I do not employ these people in the intern room and I do not want to receive one more e-mail about my hiring skills because I am actually trying to help these people, so-called interns who want a job in fashion. The bad news is their uber-rich parents think they are thriving as they move toward their Communications degree, but the reality of it on reality TV is that they cannot spell financial and they cannot put tissue paper in a bag or put a label on a parcel – what the Kell am I supposed to do?

As I have never majored in business, I resort to toddler-care tactics and pagan prayers by giving the interns a time-out, sending them onto the streets of New York as I light sacred seven sisters healing stones I purchased from my last pow-wow. Sure, Andrew Mukamal is choking but hey, he wears a belt as a necklace – did you see that? OMG LMAO.

P.S. Andrew Serrano AKA Tandrew – no sleeping on our hardwood floors. WTF?