The photos of the EMPTY gorgeous pink bourgeois space just make my heart sing and I don't care who knows it. But imagining it being populated with real-life-human-people-ladies with their eye contact and their expectations makes me want to back into the corner and hiss like a cat.
The photos of the EMPTY gorgeous pink bourgeois space just make my heart sing and I don't care who knows it. But imagining it being populated with real-life-human-people-ladies with their eye contact and their expectations makes me want to back into the corner and hiss like a cat.
Please sign me up for The Sting. I will happily operate your New York City outpost.