the best show yesterday was lacoste; the best presentation was gilded age. the music at lacoste was fantastic as always, and i am dying to find out more about the songs they played, particularly one pop track that featured gun-shots but in a cute way. i can't explain...it just worked! the show closed with an apres ski disco party, complete with leg-warmers tucked over jeans, and dozens of pastel-colored knits and down jackets, which reminded me of those big buckets of rainbow sorbet you used to buy with mom at Shop Rite when you were five-years-old. fun. in the evening, i went to loden dager, which was tucked away in the back of some strange chapel on 20th St. it was tragicaly hipster -- little boys running around with eyeliner -- and i'm not talking about the models. the models were actually cute and so were the clothes. i couldn't handle everyone else.
today i am tired and kind of dizzy and i have to get up and go to a few more shows today even though it's the superbowl and all i want to do is order in pizza, make black and white nachos like these ones from cowgirl that we ate last week, and drink fountain soda. i SO don't want to put on high-heels and deal with fashion on the lord's day....cause i'm so religious.
go Giants!
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