Chewie’s Angels are your new metaphorical gin and juice, your new Bob Mackie protegés, your new EVERTHING. I don’t know anything about them, other than that I’m obsessed with them now. They don’t have any social media or website, so you’ll just have to spot them out in the wild.
Like Pokémon Go, I spotted this FIERCE/FEARCE trio waiting in line to get water, and I was so intimated by their beauty and grace, that it took a solid twelve minutes before I asked for a picture. In the end, two of the angels (purple and teal) had decided to take their masks off (apparently it’s really hot in there when it’s 100 degrees outside – go figure!), so I only got one with the pink angel.
But they were so cool. Like the big sister kind of cool that watched My So Called Life, listened to Fiona Apple, and occasionally references Daria. They were like Debbie, Eliza Thornberries older, edgy sister, because even waiting in line, they had this leaned-back swagger about them that I can’t quite put my finger on.
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