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HAUTE COUTURE VERSE FOR THE PEOPLE

so i skipped fashion events last evening and headed straight to my own poetry series, where albert, katy and thomas threw down some couture verse of their own. and hey since marc jacobs skipped an afterparty this season in lieu for the large democratic fundraising fete he'll put on in the fall, where better to be than at the 11th street bar with kenny the best bartender in the world and some fierce poets? actually, it's always preferable to most anything else save being kissed long and slow on a couch listening to dusty springfield. for those of you who don't like dusty, try marvin gaye or even air, if you insist on being modern. so ANYhoo, this morning a GIANT explosion rocked my apartment building. a boiler down the street exploded and by the time i left my building was crawling with hot firemen (maybe i should have stayed?) and everyone was hanging out of their windows gesticulating like a street in italy. v. exciting, non?