it wouldn't be new york without the uptown, where chic ways and cool sophistication reside. with the urbanity and throughbred vanity, the couture and the demure and the delightfully colorful insanity that runs in the family trees. we're too rich and too thin. and we like our gin. we're old school, blue blood, clubby and crusty and hoity-toity too. it wouldn't be new york without downtown, where all the freaks and geeks and madcaps swarm. where bohemians buzz and beats flee the fuzz and punkies and drunkies still rub elbows with junkies, all for the sake for art. we're the new school, and we play the fool, and we'll go to the opening of a door. we're avant and proud, maybe a little bit loud, but it wouldn't be our party unless it was chichi and arty.
vanessa, dree & harley.
photos & text : interview march 09