Linds and Donatella Versace cuddled at the Whitney Museum gala last night in New York City.  Donatella is a walking, talking representation of a more mature Lindsay.  All LL needs to do is stare into the unmoving face of Donatella to see her own fate as it will occur in about three years.  Neutral dress?  Check.  Scarecrow hair?  Check.  Paralyzed facial muscles?  Check.  Long-standing love of coke?  Check.  Huge career in fashion?  Eh, maybe not.

More pics in the gallery of these two intertwined train wrecks.

I plan to get healthier and get in shape this year.  I’ve been looking around for a role model to inspire me.  Someone I can look to for motivation.  I think I’ve found just that person.  What do you think?

Donatella Versace, this week in St. Bart’s.

Did that cross a line?

Eh, probably.

This lady really just needs to stay as far away from Versace-related events as possible. She is not helping their cause. Like, as soon as Versace starts selling a line of coffins, Donatella can show up to pitch them. Until then? Hide, woman, hide.

Donatella emerged from her crypt to attend the launch of the Versace Menswear line at Barney’s New York.

With all the plastic surgery this woman’s had, you’d think they could do something about her damn cankles. Those things are frightening!!!