For years I've awaited a generation that would appreciate the Bible--fashionably. Finally, you don't have to be immaculate to look immaculate. The Blessed Virgin, Saint Elizabeth, Mary Magdalene have finally made their way from the New Testament to New York street fash. Give it a season or two, I'm crossing my fingers for thorn crowns to trickle its way into our wardrobe. Marc, Zach, Karl...the urban Vatican waits with breath that's baited.
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