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.
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.
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"?
I have nothing good to say about this bag. You can't make me like it!
What the hell is with this top? Why does this fresh-faced girl think it's stylish to dress like an Amish cocktail waitress?
Look, even V agrees with me!
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.
I wonder how many Hermes bags Lily owns. A lot? Enough to tote around all her dark secrets?
Unlike her daughter, here Lily looks less like a perfume ad and more like a patient at a really fancy psych ward. Baubles!
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.
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.
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.")
Ooh, things are looking up at 500 East 55th*. Old lady Heppleworth moved out and the lead singer from Lincoln Hawk moved in. Rawr!
*If we are to believe the address written on The Letter...the van der Humphreys live practically in the East River? I think not.