So, checklist for this spring:
Mixing pinstripe with barstriped cashmere?
Check.
Vintage Rayban Aviator shades?
Check.
A pac of blue striped poplin button down shirts?
Check.
Weekend bag in leather to stuff into?
Check.
Getting free Bellinis at the bar in bergdorf?
Check.

I got a hair cut at freemans old barber salon.
Ivan, the hairdresser (?) told me all about Puerto Rico's political history, and did a somewhat lousy haircut.
The guys told me I looked like Liza Minelli during dinner (that too at Freemans..) Not a good look I guess.
The barbershop itself kicks ass though, big time.

Later that night I (literary) ran into Janice Dickinson at some bar.
At least I think it was her, because I said "Oh, hi, your'e like Janice Dickinson aren't ya?"
She seemed high as a kite and asked some huuuge dude to "get rid of me".
Horrible dragon of a woman.
I have to stop talking to celebs, nothing good will come of it, ever.

NYC report:

The kind of intellectual welldressed, almost workwear-ish trend that continues with Freeman, Band of Brothers and such
still rules in the big apple. And it still feels like the freshest things since apple juice.