I am troubled that my last post suggests that style is the domain of the rich. That really was not my intent. Style has never been a matter of money or proximity to a fashionable neighborhood. It's a personal understanding of exactly who you are, what makes you feel and look good, in that order. It could be anything. Play clothes are as valid as the most formal attire. My point was that this place touts itself as being on the cutting edge of Fabulosity , and it ain't. So I want to leave you with a picture that best displays imagination, style and inventiveness:Hamptons' Style! Bon Appetit!
Haha!! Wow. Why didn't I think to do that?! ;)
Yo that's mad ghetto!I love it!Has anyone seen the other hood barbecue grill?The metal garbage can lid on bricks?Me too,neither.....
steak à la cart . . .
doll, it's the same in the West Coast... walk down Fillmore, Melrose or Rodeo and they all look the same (literally). They shop at the same stores, go to the same salons, frequent the same stylists and plastic surgeons... if you want to see real style, you'll have better luck at Burning Man...
Chris in SF "Burning Man" comment is spot on. There is no style on the streets where the clones mimic one and other. It hurts my eyes.
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