And, from the experimental wardrobe

New outfit today, which Steve (now audiovile! Not that he's got much there) dubbed "Corporate Whore". Consists of my new short (i.e. mid-thigh) black skirt and a white button-down shirt, in itself moderately unexciting; the secret is in the accessories:

* ripped fishnets
* black and red Betty Boop socks
* velvet-and-leather 2" heels
* heavy silver padlock chain
* black/silver skull earrings & ear-cuff

Future edits: might replace the skull earrings with a chain of two or three paperclips, mixed black and silver.

Of course, creating this sucked all my time so I had to skip breakfast, and the resultant chaos plus exhaustion made me forget my wallet/keys/etc., which I only remembered as I was about to get on the train. #*%$&!^. Ergo, way late this morning.

food pr0n

Claire and I tried a new place for lunch today: Devi, which is in the space formerly known as Cafe 18 ("the vegetarian kosher place"). It's Indian, in a sort of high-toned strange-ingredient (at least by what I'm used to seeing as "Indian") sort of way.

Oh my fucking Christ it is good. Spice as in flavor instead of spice as in heat (though some dishes have that, too). I had "Phool Makhane Kee Sabzee", which is listed as "lotus seeds and cashews, creamy aromatic sauce". Um, okay, lotus seeds? Bring 'em on. I never need to eat again.

I really dig the decor, too.