Johnny in a non-Armani t-shirt that he had made about 1990, lost recently, & just ordered again.
At the Armani store on Fifth Avenue, which we only went in because some guy at the bus stop said go, it’s amazing.
Johnny immediately said, let’s get out of here, I don’t like to be greeted so much.
I made him look at these wispy little shirts, quite ugly, with sequin butterflies on them, & others similarly kitschy. I can’t believe that wife beater is $345, I said.
It must be a trophy wife beater, he said.
Johnny immediately said, let’s get out of here, I don’t like to be greeted so much.
I made him look at these wispy little shirts, quite ugly, with sequin butterflies on them, & others similarly kitschy. I can’t believe that wife beater is $345, I said.
It must be a trophy wife beater, he said.