summer is almost over, so now i am hell bent on clinging to this season as long as i possibly can. even if that means wearing breezy gossamer resort apparel smack in the middle of this concrete urban metropolis. sigh.
okay fine, since this is not the first time i’ve gotten questions like this: "abbe… do you ever wear sensible shoes? do you even own a pair of flip-flops…? do you get this hotted-up when you’re just running out to the bodega?"
well the answers to your questions are: yes, yes i do.
lunch with Zainab Jah at my faaavorite outdoor cafe in all of NYC, Gusto Ristorante e Bar Americano. saw Marg Helgenberger there too, she was lunching with her husband (?). she looked so great, she was sporting all white. okay call me a pervert or whatever for noticing, but Marg Helgenberger was either wearing the teensy weensiest g-string under her white cotton pants, or she was wearing nothing at all. i’m just sayin.