Sunday, October 11, 2009
I remember seeing Andre J. on the cover of French Vogue and thinking, "Hey, there's that guy from the neighborhood." I think he lived near my former apartment in Greenwich Village because I would see him all the time. I wasn't a huge fan of the beard, but I liked his long hair and that he always seemed to be walking with a purpose. I also liked how confident he was with his identity.
For Halloween this year, I almost considered dressing like him. But we'll leave that to the truly fabulous.
If you can think of a Halloween costume for me, I'm all ears!
(By the way, I don't mean to disrespect Andre by saying "him" -- I just used the pronoun because it was less creepy than saying "it.")