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Fairy wings on isle 4
The freakishly gorgeous Lucent Dossier, Vaudevillian Cirque
I was rendered stoked earlier today when I got a call from the weird and warm folks at Lucent Dossier, saying they've reserved a ticket for me to head to the Labryrinth of Jareth, a masquerade ball of epic proportions at the Fonda. One caveat: myself, and my photographer, the Esteemed Mister Timothy Norris would not gain entry if we weren't wearing wigs or fairy wings or something kind of magical/drag queeny. My excitement only grew. Mandatory ridiculousness. It's rare, and thrilling.
I have since made a stop at the Vine Party Store and climbed over a heap of life size Fabio cutouts into the forbidden and roped-off halloween section, emerging with some sort of four dollar mask made of feathers, which I will wear on my face. We'll keep you posted on how Mr. Norris looks in my pink wig.
A trial run of feather-faced madness:
Miss Alie Ward
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