so today, i've started looking for a place in harlem. i got a lot of funny stares. i don't think they've ever seen anyone with such style in their neighborhood since mary j. blige lived out here. the local folk there have such fascinating lives!! they were into cocaine, well crack anyway, far before the revival. however, this whole heroin chic thing?? completely lost its edge when ally mcbeal tried to rock it. i wonder if republic will deliver this far up town. it's something to ponder. the 2 hour search exhausted me so i worked my way down to chelsea and gave myself a spa day and treated myself to some comme des garcons. the weekend is fastly approaching and i'm dreading having to make the rounds. well, i must take leave of you. i'm participating in a protest against h & m for making style accesible to the working class. ta ta.
the 12th of never - 12 of never