Welcome to the concrete jungle
May 16th 2010 I seem to learn something invaluable every time I got to New York, which, luckily, I manage at least once a year. This trip I learned about jazz from a cab driver (thank you Mr. Jean for playing me Wes Montgomery as we snuck along in heavy traffic Friday noonish) and I learned that Christian Loutoutin shoes may cost the Earth, but they pinch and hurt just like any old shoe - and they can't hold a
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