For posterity, here is Saturday night’s David Byrne costume sans about a quart of hairgel. Amazingly, it came together after some last minute inspiration and my fortunate (and shockingly overdue) discovery of Unique Thrift’s trove on Fulton Street.
Had a chance early in the evening to showcase a couple of Byrne staples — the mome rath (3:30), the jet engine (4:15), the teenie-bopper (4:32), the jellyfish (1:14), the cutting board (3:52) … there are so many — but we ended up at a party stocked with ’08s and younger and the reference was lost. (“Oh, nice. Pee Wee Herman!”) Their iPod only had “And She Was”, anyway.
On the bright side, I’ve got a suit for the day my metabolism fails like the Maginot Line and I balloon past 40W forever.
So proud to know this person.
