| We've survived our first proper week of winter here in New York. The streets are chalky, powder stained with salt. Once a dispensable accessory, scarves now consume the bobbing, earmuffed heads of passersby, desperate to insulate at all sartorial costs. And yet somehow, someway, there's still a herd of barelegged party people standing outside in an open air sidewalk shack at 10PM on a Saturday just waiting for their chance to get into Joyface and dance themselves warm... |
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