A classic and recent criminal shopping post of mine, Agent Provocateur has great stockings (insert photo here of me wearing them, which I want to take, wearing a men’s shirt reading the Wall Street Journal and wearing glasses).
So eating the Brownie might have helped, but no matter your state, The McKittrick Hotel in Chelsea will mind-fuck you. A total sensory experience, you will be masked, you will not speak, no one will. All you will hear is the eerie Titanic music filling the perfectly decorated rooms and the actors movements as you [...]
So late one night, Chris Taylor and Ethan Silverman, the lads who run the epicurean Terrible Records (and who put out the Class Actress EP) decided to put on the test pressing of Dev Hyne’s latest incarnation, Blood Orange. A 7″ inch. Side A then side B, and without restraint I pleaded: ‘Let’s turn off [...]