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brooklyn follies

its probably a bit cheeky to snatch so blatantly from mr auster, but the show going on beneath me is so folly full - the rolls of chiffon, the beads, the entourage, the fashion diva in her tufty toque and leggings, a tired mum who would rather be back at work - the dress itself an egg yolk extravaganza just like an extravagant picturesque building that is erected to suit a fanciful taste - a folly constructed in front of our very eyes. a boerum hill folly. an industry folly.

saved by the door bell and sushi delivery man.

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