Fashion Week Preview
This is the time of the year in New York when you see them returning.
The tall, thin, black silhouettes navigating the slush in their cheap Rock boots.
They announce the coming of Fashion Week like quails announce the end of summer.
I was inspired to write them a poem :
I see you, all pale faced and sad eyes, standing at the corner
« Don’t look at me unless you’re Vinoodh and Inez
My boyfriend he will get you
Dump you in a trash bin somewhere
Daddy will drown you in a pond behind the factory »
I saw you walking fast
Holding tight the frozen plastic of the lookbooks
And now in the middle of the night
I hear you giggling in the hotel rooms
I often see this guy at the airport.
He chaperones the girls trans-Atlantic.
I think he figures out the passports, waits for the bags,
Makes sure some jerk doesn’t snap some photos of them in their sleep.
The girls look bored while they wait.
No friends but a cellphone.
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I see them too…I’m reminded of pretty, sad giraffes. thanks for the poem!
beautiful, I love this post. I was waiting for your next story like a sad giraffe too.
Yes, thanks so much for bringing a glint of NYC hipitude to this corner of the universe (Portland, Oregon). I love your posts. They make life richer.
happy me, thanks for the poem.
sad them, they need to read the poem.
ohhh i like this blog! I love art and drawing. My brother is a hipster too!
Pauvres grandes choses maigres,.. Silhouettes figurantes quand elles se voudraient actrices… Condamnées à hanter des catwalk surpeuplés, sous un drap toujours différent…
No friends but a cellphone- how very true and sad when the means becomes the end!
Génial , toujours me fait rire!
Your Blog put a very edgy eye an Fashion and Trends small world.
Thank you
hilarious– and so true!
very cool artwork – you should print your images on tees and make millions x