saturday night i went to visit my friend the brit bartender at
bembe with hrh and his french ami. we danced to salsa, merengue and brazilian beats. my partner was an older smarmy gentleman named danny. he was a little grabby but a great dancer - when i would relinquish control and let him lead, that is. which was hard for me to do. hey, modern girl here.




sunday i slept, ran errands and ate fish & chips with the brit.
random: if you have $5.7 million, you can have your very own
house with a white picket fence, right here in manhattan! (via
curbed)
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