This bit where young cigarette-wielding girls dangle their feet while sitting upon slickery, rained-upon stone windowsills seven stories up? And then don't even hold onto anything?
It makes me very concerned.
Did their mothers not tell them not to dangle their feet out of windows seven stories up when things are wet and slickery? Did they not suggest this might be a dangerous or otherwise ill-thought-out past time?
Perhaps they are secretly sure-footed billy goats. But they do not look like billy goats to me.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
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3 maids a-milking:
Yes, yes. Welcome to NYC. That's how everyone smoked in my studio. Just two floors up, but the fall could still kill you. That and the smokes.
Apparently as they are smoking nonchalantly they are immortal anyway.
While not wisely contimplating thier own morlality, they do at least give us a beautiful profile. Perhaps they could be induced to keep one foot in while the other dangles. Perhaps they could also wrap a white towel around damp hair and sing 'moon river'?
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