Priscilla, McQueen of the Metropolitan
Scott and I just got back from New York and, holy shit, it was hot out there! When you add the humidity to the record-breaking high temperatures, it could have made for some pretty sticky fashion moments. Luckily, one of our New York polo gays had tipped me off about the impending heat wave in time for me to switch out the Balmain rocker look I’d planned to pack for a cooler, crisper Hamptons-style wardrobe. Skinny jeans and lace-up boots at 103 degrees? I don’t fucking think so.
Now, I know that we usually share some good times over a quality television show or two but there was no time this last week for watching anything except a couple of late night episodes of Chelsea Lately and, after the kinds of late nights I was having, I don’t really remember too much about those. We have other eye-opening stuff to chat about, though, so not to worry.