Showing posts with label Colt 45. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Colt 45. Show all posts

Monday, September 14, 2009

Noted

Speaking of Bond and Bowery. On Saturday morning, I came upon the trash leftover from the Fashion's Night Out Bond Street's Mini-Block Party from Thursday...champagne and pony bottles of Colt 45.






Colt 45? Another example of the faux urban realism that makes the privileged Bowery invaders feel more authentic. Just down the street, the men from the Shelter congregated at the now-vacated Kelly and Ping space were sipping 40-ounce bottles of malt liquor from brown paper bags.