Wednesday, December 18, 2019

A few scenes from the snow squall



Late this afternoon, courtesy of Vinny & O... from Astor Place...





... to Tompkins Square Park...

4 comments:

Stefon said...

New York’s hottest club is Snow Squall. Located in the middle of the lower East South East Village in a former skid row, Snow Squall offers everything a suburban trust-funder transplant and weekend warrior club-goer needs: cupcake-flavored pacifier Juuls; WhiteClawtinis; bloody ramen mary; bouncers in Patagonia vests onesies; caged dancers in cowgirl boots over bespoke silk stockings; real housewives, girlfriends, and Ashley Madisons of the Wall Street finance bros spin cycling in Pelotons, Chads coxswaining on row machine in an ugly Christmas Walmart sweater, screaming kidults—all Tonstant Weader Fwowed up—in their beanie hats and flannel shirts; snoof, tringlers, fuzzles, pantookas, dafflers and wuzzles; "snow" (cocaine) falling from the ceiling; and music blasting from H-Pop — hipster appropriation of K-Pop.

Anonymous said...

good one

Gojira said...

@Stefon - Simply priceless. More, please!

Anonymous said...

Good to see you, Stefon.