I am in love with Kate Nash’s album “Made of Bricks.” Her lyrics are more substantive than Lily Allen’s and she doesn’t have an obvious drug problem (yet). Her songs are random and whimsical. I love the 50s collared dresses she wears.
I could never pull off a vintage style. Whenever I go thrift-store shopping, Inever find a vintage dress in my size. I guess women weren’t this flabby 50 years ago. What? They didn’t have Bagel Bites in 1958? The Cold War wouldn’t have lasted as long if the Russians knew they could have pizza in the morning, pizza in the evening, pizza at suppertime.