Here’s one thing I like about New York; on any given day, things can take a sudden turn for the better.
Even if the bathroom is flooded, the top of the jeep is ripped to shreads and you’re stealing electricity from the neighbours, you can still find models, makeup artists, a proper studio to cram everyone into and lots of booze (at any hour of the day).
After that, all you have to do is play the music really loud and keep sending someone out for more liquor. Soon girls are swinging from the rafters (or an old exercise machine that hasn’t been used in years), lying around on the edge of the bathtub…eye half-closed from too much wine…runny makeup…soaked blouses…drippy hair….and pictures…lots of pictures (after the jump).
