He looked her up and down. "You've really gone bourgeois, you know." "Damn straight," she said.
As they walked up Thompson, Washington Square Park came into view. "God, look at this place," he muttered. "It's like freakin' EPCOT ever since Giuliani." She stopped and stared at him. "You really need to quit living in the past. I know for you the apex of civilization was the Puck Ball in '83, but those days are over. Keith and Tseng are dead. Ann's gone Hollywood and Kenny is doing whatever the hell it is Kenny does."
He sighed. "But don't you miss it? The knishes at Dave's near the Mudd Club. Listening to Richard and Iggy at CBGB. Going to the Danceteria, then Odessa for breakfast. Not caring about anything above Fourteenth Street."
A blast of hot air from the subway hits her in the face. "I should have taken that share in the Hamptons. I hate the city in the summer. It's like a steaming cafeteria tray of ass." "I don't even know you anymore," he said.
"Look," she said. "You ride the subway with your proletarian brethren if you want to. I'm hailing a cab. Drinks at The Crosby Bar later?" "You buying?" "Don't I always?"
Nikk controls the means of production in:
Pants: Ce Cubic Effect Sarrouel pants in Aqua
Top: MichaMi Carmela Bustier in red (Group Gift, December '08)
Shoes: Maitreya Virtue in Patent Black
Hair: !lamb Ghost in Powder
Skin: T U L I Jade Tone 2, makeup 3c
Sunglasses: Role Optic, Gala
Earrings: Zaara Kaya in Onyx
Necklace: Zaara Kaya in Cornelian
Bracelets: Zaara Kaya in Onyx and Melange in gold
Ring: Paper Couture Bird Ring
Purse: ETD City Handbag in Red Croc
Poses: Olive Juice
Location: New York NYC
Inspired by Joe Bob Briggs, Ann Magnuson, and a friend who thinks I'm bourgeois. He's right.