Bjork-esque, seizuring on subway ISO paranormal activity
On Saturday night, after a long twelve hour bout of draping, patternmaking, and getting my jollies at Parsons, I got off the Q at 57th street, ready to wait for the N train to take me home. Take me home, N baby, take me home. So when I stepped off, a Bjork-lookalike got on and sat down. It wasn't until I turned back around to face the Q that I noticed she was throwing her hands up in the air, smacking the glass, and trying to pull her eyelids off.
New York. Can't beat it.
2004-12-13 | 12:50 p.m.
