For various mysterious reasons I just posed for some gal-on-the-street fashion thing for Page Six Magazine. While anything having to do with the New York Post is, obviously, cause for adulation, today's look had all the chic and style of a piece of dryer lint. Still smarting from the wardrobe rationing inflicted by bed buggery and th eensuing dry-cleaning frenzy (to say nothing of sub-40 temps), I was currently sporting 7th-wear-baggy jeans; an old shirt of my dad's, and a pair of really down-at-the-heels black boots. My hair is styled in a fashion resembling a cross between a rat's nest and a middle-school nerd's circa 1986. Sometimes the glasses fool people.
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