M: Does she have a shirt on? Does she think she is maybe Iman? Because Iman will CUT YOU.
A: I...don't think so, no. No shirt. And yeah, even David Bowie is a little scared of Iman. And he's DAVID BOWIE.
M: Oh, David Bowie puts cream in Iman's coffee for her. How do I know this? I ONCE SERVED THEM BREAKFAST THAT'S HOW. He's totes scared.
A: GOD. That just makes me insane. I'm sorry he's a bad tipper, but maybe it's because Iman won't let him?
M: She probably feels that we should tip her, just for getting to breathe her air. And I'm not saying that is a bad thing.
A: I don't think that's unreasonable. I mean, she is not of this earth and we need to show respect.
M: Which is exactly why that redhead (is that Maggie Rizer?) should know better. She better check herself with this Nubian Queen act.
A: Oh, that is Maggie Rizer! What is she thinking? Oh, and I see a little wisp of...something under that blazer, so I don't have to call her mom after all.
M: I know sometimes fashion is beyond me, but I don't get this at all. I feel like I need a PowerPoint presentation.
(I am not funny today)
A: (I'm struggling too, but we can make this work!)
M: (my teeth hurt and my jeans are too tight)
A: I often feel like someone's grandma when I see stuff like this. I do like her sunglasses and her bag. And that blazer, but I'd maybe wear, you know, SOMETHING under it.
(my head is still filled with mucus)
M: I like the sunglasses and the bag but I'm not digging the blazer. Is she Crockett or Stubbs?
(my hair is somehow both flat and frizzy)
A: I don't know, it's nicely cut. And I like her bracelets, which I only just noticed. I WONDER WHY.
(My hair is so flat. Like it's disappointed in me.)
M: I can't get on board with a white blazer. Which means I will desperately want one next year.
(I think your hair is disappointed in me too!)
A: Oh, we both will. It's like that scene in The Devil Wears Prada where Miranda Priestley explains the Trickle Down Theory of Fashion.
(No baby! My hair loves you like a puppy dog.)
M: I am such a fashion peon.
(My hair is bereft.)
A: We both wear the sad blue Gap sweater today.
(My hair has soft velvety beagle ears for you.)
M: I mean, I just got on board with jeggings and now everyone is wearing bell bottoms. Sads.
(I'm not even sure what that means, but I'll take it.)
A: I can NOT green light this bell bottom thing. It's moving too fast! I need to sit down.
(Blame the NyQuil, dude. I have no idea.)
M: I am with you! Which means Fall of 2012, bell bottoms here we come.
A: Yay! Hopefully I'll be ready by then. Or dead.
M: I really hope you aren't dead.
A: But if I am, DO NOT bury me with bell bottoms. Promise.
M: Never! I cannot say that I won't steal all of your bags, though. I am not made of stone.
A: I'll leave them to you in my will.
M: Deal.
Okay Marianne, where on earth did you work where you could serve Olympia Dukakis, Tom Brokaw, Iman and David Bowie?
ReplyDeleteHa! A neighborhood breakfast/lunch place on the corner of Bleeker and Lafayette called The Noho Star. It was very good and unassuming and a laundry list of random celebs eat there frequently.
ReplyDeleteI don't think it's Maggie - isn't it Taylor Tomasi Hill?
ReplyDeleteOh damn, I think you're right about that.
ReplyDeleteI had hoped it was an orange shirt under there... but that would mean the shirt would have freckles if you looked closely. It must be an "I spilled a martini on my shirt last night so this is all I have" walk of shame outfit.
ReplyDeleteI love Iman. I love this blog.
ReplyDeleteAdrien, is that you?
(youngprof)
Youngprof! It is Adrien and it is me (sailor).
ReplyDeleteHi, Youngprof! How the hell are you?
ReplyDeleteHa! You two have a blog! I have bookmarked it and will be cyberstalking you in the future, so be warned. I've already noted a gorgeous plum Marc Jacobs bag in a picture of Adrien, so I'm a happy camper.
ReplyDeleteAm good, am busy and crazy as usual.