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Fashion's night out wasn't all limp noodles and gay pirates. There was also some serious Man Candy. Straight boys that know their way around a bowtie. New York is spoiling me.
Outside of Tiffany.
At Barneys. This photo doesn't do them justice.
At Diesel (where we took refuge after they ran out of champagne at Barneys)
I think perhaps we might need a closeup of this one. Yes? I thought so...
The best part of the night? Closing things down with my new favorite taco truck, an import from these guys in Playa del Carmen, who I wrote about awhile back.
Posted at 12:49 PM in Man Candy Mondays, New York, Parties, Street Style | Permalink
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The Sephora man-nequin still makes me uncomfortable. Are those tats fake? I certainly hope so. Because a man with that much religious ink probs would be against standing shirtless in a store window.
September 14, 2009 at 03:27 PM
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