Dan’s taking this drama major thing seriously.  He appears to currently be working on a project with a 70’s porn star/lumberjack focus.

There’s a “wood” joke in there somewhere, but I’m too bored by Dan to work it out.

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Hi, Nate.  Hangin’ out in the Village again, even though you go to school in Morningside Heights?  ‘K…just checking.  Like the grey jeans, btw.

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Ugh, really?  Do I have to analyze this?  I so don’t want to.  They look crazy.  Disheveled.  Oh wait…is this what fashion editors mean by “bohemian”?

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I have nothing good to say about this bag.  You can’t make me like it!

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What the hell is with this top?  Why does this fresh-faced girl think it’s stylish to dress like an Amish cocktail waitress?

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Look, even V agrees with me!

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I need a break from all this dorm madness.  Let’s escape to some penthouse madness, shall we?

May I just say that I love the contrast of Lily’s bold bib necklace and her simple sweater.  Vanessa (and Gabriela), take note: this is how you wear jewelry.

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I wonder how many Hermes bags Lily owns.  A lot?  Enough to tote around all her dark secrets?

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Unlike her daughter, here Lily looks less like a perfume ad and more like a patient at a really fancy psych ward.  Baubles!

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Doesn’t Rufus van der Humphrey seem sort of ball-less?  I don’t get it…has his daily routine changed significantly since leaving Brooklyn?  Then again, I suppose he doesn’t have the gallery any longer, thus he and his pullover sweaters are sent to co-op board meetings.

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But this?  This is not a co-op meeting.  This is perhaps a committee meeting for the Influenza Ball, or maybe even the Wednesday Ladies Who Lunch group, but it is not a co-op meeting.  They look far too happy.  I will say that I adore their preppy princess outfits.

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Lily’s building strikes me as the sort of place where there might reside a few elderly society doyennes who perhaps saw the two Cougars on the left and said in their best you’re-brown-so-obviously-you-don’t-speak-English-therefore-I’m-going-to-shout-so-you-can-understand-me voice: “EXCUSE ME.  THE SERVANTS’ ELEVATOR IS DOWN.  THE.  HALL.”  I wonder how many months these poor Cougars had to endure that (“Christ on a cracker…Mrs. Heppleworth is out in the hall. I’m staying put.”)

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Ooh, things are looking up at 500 East 55th*.  Old lady Heppleworth moved out and the lead singer from Lincoln Hawk moved in.  Rawr!

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*If we are to believe the address written on The Letter…the van der Humphreys live practically in the East River?  I think not.