Let's journey back to a time before Carrie Bradshaw.
Before NYC was the background of every chick-flick that painted the city as this magical place where everyone was safe, blonde and could miraculously find that rent-controlled pad. Or as to paraphrase any episode of "Dallas," "When women were women, and men wore Stetsons."
My ideal New York City is the one depicted in "Mad Men" (minus the whole racial tensions and gay-bashing thingie). So housewives, turn on some Henry Mancini, light an imaginary cigarette (I quit years ago) and take a walk down memory lane with this article about the birth of the cool.
Oh, and just to be clear, I'm not Cuban nor a communist, I just think this is the funniest picture that feeds the myth that Fidel was irresistible. Style before substance people. Let's get with the program.
Love,
June
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