summer in the city, aint it grand
i was reading this thing in the village voice about a dried up pool that has become the congregating spot for all the new york hipsters. the article was loaded with pictures of young dj's, graphic designers, and just general fuck offs in their summer best with captions in which they quoted how they so "effortlessly" threw together these outfits and where they found their vintage picks.
so here i am on the subway, wearing a get-up covered in coffee stains, a particularly unattractive hair-do, stlyed with sweat, with take out under my arm reading this profile of the nuevo new york chic hot spot, a dried up pool mind you, and i just think to myself "im glad im drab, and out of the loop. oh lord i hope i fed the turtles."
so here i am on the subway, wearing a get-up covered in coffee stains, a particularly unattractive hair-do, stlyed with sweat, with take out under my arm reading this profile of the nuevo new york chic hot spot, a dried up pool mind you, and i just think to myself "im glad im drab, and out of the loop. oh lord i hope i fed the turtles."