Cancer and fashion. Cancer and rugged virile outdoorsmen. Lifestyles of the rich and cancer.

Judith Supine is swaggering back to the street in rawhide stilletos, shooting out a new a campaign of repurposed parts and pieces parsed with a cowboy in a wild chiffon vest. These snatches of lyrics and literature and American mythology are wound tightly round Judith’s twisting id, inviting the sleek Madison Avenue of yestercancer back to the big screen.

Funnily, these new pieces that mark the return of divine Supine appear as camouflage on the streetscape; so fragmented and unsuspecting is the urban psyche now, pummeled and plowed by Polo, Puma, Prada and perpetual peacewar. While many bus-stop takeovers are discovered and removed, these are running for extended engagements, perhaps because these are accompanied by a name that has been seared into your brain. There’s no doubt that Judith will soon be adopted by those who are haute, you reckon?

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