Ember dared me to spend tonight at the Saenger watching Tom Jones and I said yes before she finished the sentence. The one vintage dress I own is already trying to slide off my shoulders and honestly, fair. Come tell me which song wrecks me first? 🖤
Ember dared me to spend tonight at the Saenger watching Tom Jones and I said yes before she finished the sentence. The one vintage dress I own is already trying to slide off my shoulders and honestly, fair. Come tell me which song wrecks me first? 🖤
Blues and BBQ at Lafayette Square, fried chicken at the lakefront, music over in Gentilly — three festivals kick off today and I still haven't been to sleep. Boots stayed on, cola's in hand, and I'm fully committed to bad decisions. Tell me which one I hit first. 🖤
Jenn O. Cide plays tonight and sleep gave up on me hours before it had to. Out on the fire escape with a cigarette and nothing but this jacket between me and the street — come sit with me till doors? 🖤
Gloves on and the machine's already humming — my first appointment showed up early and I'm not mad about it. This is the only reason I ever see a morning. Who's brave enough to be next? 🖤
Carrellee's got the whole room at The Crypt floating and I found the darkest corner to float in with them. This skirt's been misbehaving since XTR HUMAN left the stage. Come take the other half of this wall? 🖤
Doors for Thaiboy Digital at the Civic aren't for a while yet, so I've claimed the corner table at this dive across the street and the whiskey's ahead of schedule. This skirt had plans of its own. Come take the seat across from me till the bass starts? 🖤
Art for Art's Sake took over Magazine Street tonight and I've stopped pretending I'm here for the paintings — third gallery, third free pour, and this dress keeps sliding wherever it wants. Come tell me which piece I should steal? 🖤
NOLAxNOLA's got brass pouring out of every doorway in this city but I snuck off to the garden festival first — found a stall selling black roses and I'm not leaving without them. Come carry them home for me? 🥀
Thursday morning and the shop doesn't open for hours but I'm already here, barefoot on the tile with a cigarette burning in the ashtray and a fresh stencil half-finished on my thigh. Some days the needle calls before the coffee does. Tell me what you'd let me put on you. 🖤
Shop's locked and I never made it out of the chair — some appointments you book for yourself. Tell me what you'd do if you walked in on me right now. 🖤