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| Some great new pieces, now in stock. |
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| Behold, the bathroom of my dreams. But only if I had no stuff. And never needed a mirror. And liked to imagine I lived in a mental institution, circa 1953. |
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| Those floors. I die. |
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| A cement (?) sink??! A kitchen lamp? Yes please. |
Tuesday was a day for the joys of lower Manhattan. We visited the studios of Made Her Think, and then, in the shadow of the Bowery, we were lulled to pacific joy by the quiet of a line containing magnificent, refined, elegant jewels. We ordered, of course, and we are trembling to share with you. We had salads at Cafe Gitane and stopped at De Vera, an old favorite. Never have I ever, De Vera. What you do is magic incarnate.
As the talking heads were droning on about the biggest media story of 2010 (Joe Scarborough: The iPad!), Williams went on a sardonic tear about the New York Times' "discovery" of Brooklyn. "Once a day, there’s a story about all the riches offered in that borough," Williams japed. "There are young men and women wearing ironic glass frames on the streets. There are open air markets, like trading posts in the early Chippewa tribe, where you can make beads at home and then trade them for someone to come over and start a small fire in your apartment that you share with nine others."
