Dear New York City:
Who let the nerds out? Who, dammit?!?
Somebody must’ve. How else to explain this dork-centric piece of fashion/style fluff claiming that a little gold body paint has become positively outrageous in modern-day Manhattan. That derivative photography (so derivative, perhaps, that the New York Times declined to show it) has become interesting. That PR-naive dorks who brag about getting comp dinners at Aspen have become newsworthy. And not only that (a) people care about “gorgeous” Candis Cayne again (who knew?), but also that (b) she has to be explained to anyone old enough to hail a cab. Jesus, Mary, and Josephine Baker….
I mean, okay: maybe, just maybe all the implicit eye-popping in the article comes from the admittedly prudish Times, in deference to their suburban readers. And maybe, just maybe the poor schmuck was drunk when he made that sad, desperate comment about John Waters and Hedi Slimane. But still, you add up second rate art + clueless artist + even more clueless hangers-on + Candis, and what do you get? You see what I’m sayin’.
And by the way, I’m not tryin’ to imply that New Orleans is, like, hipper than you guys or anything. But, c’mon: get those people off the streets and off the pages of the Times before people start confusing you with Columbus, Ohio. (Don’t get your panties in a wad, Columbus: we love you just the way you are.)
xo / Rico
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