Lorenzo’s Picks for the BEST Espadrilles for Spring 2024
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It’s the perrenial classic that never goes out of style! Nevertheless,
Lorenzo cracked his knuckles, rolled up his sleeves, and used all of his
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Sep 11, 2003
September 11, 1964
It's 9-11 night, 2004 and I am on Esplanade at dusk. It's still hot, of course, but there's the strange autumnal cast to the air we seem to get in September....and it felt for some reason (as I told my friend, Michael, whom I was with) that it felt "like New England...New England in 1964." Well, at least like my overwrought imaginings of New England in 1964. I don't know why, but it did. Surely enough, a little walking disclosed none other than beatniks playing jazz in a courtyard and an Asian woman with what looked like a vestigial bouffant. It was all very otherworldly....like I imagine New England.....in 1964....to be.
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