I used to wear ballgowns in the daytime when I lived in Copenhagen. There was also a kaftan phase. I had some quilted polyester. Actually I had a mauve quilted polyester dressing gown that I was quite partial to, and would wear it over one of my ballgowns. And flowers in my hair. Odd coloured shoes. Bowler hats. This is why I had to make a shop out of it all at some point. Nobody bought the quilted polyester. I had other stuff.
Well, I know a couple of places in New York. I don’t really shop anywhere else for clothes. I have a pair of Prada tyrolean wool jodhpurs that I got there for $22, unworn, that are fabulous in the winter. Frye cowboy boots for $24, lots of silk stuff for cheap. It’s a great place, they’re very picky about what they take in and they get a lot of stuff from designers. Anybody in New York knows about Beacon’s Closet.
[...] Lucy Foley: I used to wear ballgowns in the daytime when I lived in Copenhagen. There was also a kaftan phase. I had some quilted polyester. Actually I had a mauve quilted polyester dressing gown that I was quite partial to, and would wear it over one of my ballgowns. And flowers in my hair. Odd coloured shoes. Bowler hats. This is why I had to make a shop out of it all at some point. Nobody bought the quilted polyester. I had other stuff. [...]
I have prayed that someone, somewhere would do something like this for me.
Thank you, Amanda Mae. Thank you.
It’s all in the timbre of her voice. And the one kind of wonky right elbow, held away from the body.
And the final tenth of a second close up on her face.
And if you listen closely at the end, she say Him as Heem.
Gay rainbow pullover.
Could Lil Marcy be an illegal Mexican immigrant?
Marcy. Maricela.
You decide.
Lil Marcy is Topo Gigio in drag.
“I love you, Eddie.”
I was hoping something could pop out of the mailbox at the end. Like a severed human head.
There is a flash of the flamenco in her final posture, I’ll give you that.
That’s how mice dress in drag?
I just learned more about Little Marcy than I ever wanted to know.
I want Lil Marcy to speak at my funeral.
I read Sheila’s comment as “I love you, Edie”. Through the magic of the internets, creepy dolls turn into punk rockers.
Lucy, I’ve always liked that (“Jesus Don’t Want Me for a Sunbeam”).
Amy said: You’re just waiting for her to be bludgeoned to death by dildos.
I have found such a wealth of you tube videos today.
I’ve ended up here.
Lucy, my friend Steve and I used to sing that! Just between ourselves. Whilst doing a dance.
Did ye dress up in technicolour costumes?
I’m sure I was in some garish garb or other.
I used to wear ballgowns in the daytime when I lived in Copenhagen. There was also a kaftan phase. I had some quilted polyester. Actually I had a mauve quilted polyester dressing gown that I was quite partial to, and would wear it over one of my ballgowns. And flowers in my hair. Odd coloured shoes. Bowler hats. This is why I had to make a shop out of it all at some point. Nobody bought the quilted polyester. I had other stuff.
I miss being able to buy fabulous stuff cheap.
Can’t beat a really great secondhand clothes shop.
Oh, yeah. Fabulosity.
We’ll have to meet in New York some time this year. I know a couple of places.
Sounds so good.
Well, I’m all about the great shit for cheap. Though I’m more into silk and stuff these days.
I’m thinking back to when silk shit was cheap.
Well, I know a couple of places in New York. I don’t really shop anywhere else for clothes. I have a pair of Prada tyrolean wool jodhpurs that I got there for $22, unworn, that are fabulous in the winter. Frye cowboy boots for $24, lots of silk stuff for cheap. It’s a great place, they’re very picky about what they take in and they get a lot of stuff from designers. Anybody in New York knows about Beacon’s Closet.
[...] Lucy Foley: I used to wear ballgowns in the daytime when I lived in Copenhagen. There was also a kaftan phase. I had some quilted polyester. Actually I had a mauve quilted polyester dressing gown that I was quite partial to, and would wear it over one of my ballgowns. And flowers in my hair. Odd coloured shoes. Bowler hats. This is why I had to make a shop out of it all at some point. Nobody bought the quilted polyester. I had other stuff. [...]
i suspect this might be some reference to jesus as the sun. in which case, i approve.