Punk rock skinny. | February 21, 2009 | Comments (5)

When: Saturday, Feb. 21st, 2009.
What: James Cured Jeans, black short-sleeved shirt and skull-and-crossbones scarf by H&M. Vintage leather gloves and fur coat, assorted studded leather belts and “ice” necklace-as-bracelet from local boutiques. Leather boots by Lamica. Keyhole pendant by Pennyroyal Silver.


Confession: Poor M is sick. It’s been a lazy gray day indoors, and we grazed on a mid afternoon spread of spicy hummus, pita bread, grapes, white cheddar popcorn and cava. Last night we stayed up late to watch The White Stripes on Conan, and woke up today only to venture out for a Trader Joe’s run and some coffee and pastries at Peaberry’s.
I was a little bit surprised at how bloody fragile Jack White was last night – why was he crying? It can’t possibly be due to the occasion. I wonder if it’s because it’s the first time he’s performed with Meg in one and a half years. I know they were paid to do it, but maybe he just didn’t know when they’d ever perform together again, or how it’d make him feel when they did. So emotional! (Some local gals might remember that lesbian party. I do!) Whatever. I have no idea and I’m probably thinking way too hard about it, but it was tendercome and it made me happy.
Here it is, in case you missed it (but be nice!):


