Reading about drug-addicted writer Cat Marnell all over the internet today sent me down an existential k-hole I wasn’t sure I’d ever crawl out of. As I tried desperately to focus on my work, I actually said “I need something fucking fun” out loud to myself. Luckily, Karl Lagerfeld muse, talented rapper, and all-around excellent pop cultural figure Azealia Banks was there to cheer me up with her colorful style and giant Mickey Mouse chain. (And unlike GQ, Paper didn’t water down her look.) I dare you to be bummed after looking at these pictures. Bitch is like human Prozac.
Photo credit: Emily Shur