"chapter one. he was too romantic about manhattan, as he was about everything else ... - no, no, corny, too corny for a man of my taste. can we ... can we try and make it more profound? chapter one. he adored new york city, although to him it was a metaphor for the decay of contemporary culture. how hard it was to exist in a society desensitized by drugs, loud music, television ... - too angry. i don't want to be angry. chapter one. he was as tough and romantic as the city he loved. behind his black-rimmed glasses was the coiled sexual power of a jungle cat. - i love this! - new york was his town, and it always would be ..." - woody allen, manhattan
perhaps my liking for this digby and iona mustache necklace means that i've finally accepted nature's course for olive girls. more likely though, i'll never tire of playing dress up. (i even keep all of my ripped black tights because they make me feel like a storybook street urchin.)
after all, one can't tell when they'll want to travel incognito. with this, forged documents in the name of phileasfogg, and a dubious cockney accent, the possibilities for mustachioed mischief are endless.
(picture by souther salazar)
