Two nights ago was Columbia University's Senior Ball. I went to Washington Heights and got my nails especially done for the occasion. The purple/black/silver zebra stripe design came to me in a dream.
The following evening I went to Providence for le Bal Oriental. Here I am taking a nap in an opium den. I am wearing a turban, Nefertiti makeup, and a Japonesque shift dress.
this is a very good movie scene - i'm not sure if you remember it, paz, but you were very excited about it at the time. it seems the majority of these posts are representations of the ways we wish to boogie though our respective ethnicities seem to restrain our faculties. the only greek i know who can dance is zorba and even that is more of a kick, a thrash and a flop. what do you think of alexis zorba? did you like this book? did you at least like this man?
recent: bad fireworks, 39th street flea market, arts&crafts, secret admirers, the last days of disco, being underage, cops&dogs on the L train, lesmeteques reunion, strange men in my bed, hip hop dance crazes.
when is rubulad and who will go with me?
