Hello fashion-forward friends. Welcome back to London-gate. Let's sort this out before we hop across the pond next week, shall we.
Brooklyn Heather Goes Hard
After The Countess dubs someone "Gangsta Chic," one can't help but wonder just how deep that well of toughness goes. This week we find out just what Heather's made of as she deals with the hurls of Aviva re: the Ramona situation. On yet another Central Park bench the ladies discuss alliances and dirt bikes. Aviva doesn't want Heather to think she's "Team Anyone," but she does want Heather to know that maybe she's earned the "excluder" title. Heather's response -- BRING IT. She could literally give a s—t as she says. Yeah, I think that qualifies as "gangsta"
Heather's curious as to when "Avivies" (cutest nickname ever) became Ramona's butt buddy. I guess we'll figure out how deep their love is at the upcoming downtown shopping excursion.
Note, Heather's son Jax is also pretty gangster. Way to go kiddo.