Culture on the Cheap
In Praise Of Booty
Yesterday (for reasons unknown even to myself) I elected to walk from my apartment in Greenpoint to the Halsey Street stop of the L train. I did— and despite being a decrepit 30-something I feel no worse for wear. In fact, I enjoyed it thoroughly. During my wanderings I walked by a store called Denim Girl. Once I laid eyes upon this tee shirt in the window I knew I must possess it.
Here’s the front.
And here’s the back.
I asked Mr. Heather to model this item but he refused. In fact, the only animal at Chateau de Ghetto who would sit still long enough to pose was Uni. And despite being the incredibly sedentary creature she is even she wasn’t very big on the idea. It’s a shame. Uni has an exquisite ass: being a calico she has one red cheek and one black one. I see them up close and often in the wee hours of the morning when she decides it is time for breakfast.
Speaking of butts and breakfast, who wouldn’t want to bring home the bacon with a bad ass cart like this?
Someone on Knickerbocker Avenue has very interesting taste in art.