Brooke is the coolest human being on the
face of the planet. When I grow up, I
want to be her. She is a psychic ninja
secret agent rockstar with keen fashion
sense. She is running for governor of
California, and will very likely take it
by a landslide. If you see only one
movie this year, let it be Brooke Corey.
Her store is so cool and I saw on the
door they won a local merchant of the
year award even though it is full of
slices of monkey brains and old
postcards and nice soaps and nefarious
publications. This is a lady you would
be lucky to count amongst the folks you
know.
my first memory of brooklyn takes
place in a dark apartment in brooklyn
somewhere, around 1987--?-- when
she had a party but no one could find
her house, and there was a keg and
moose antlers --?-- on the wall. after
that , it's a blur of coney island, and
rivington street when they had that
giant sculpture pile there and were
banging on cans and barrells. if your
pony was sick, brooke could heal it
with home-made medicine. if your
engine was broke, brooke could fix it
with a toothbrush and a bobbie pin. if
your dye job went bad, brooke could
re-dazzle it with a bottle of Pretty
Beaver dye. brooke is a great artist.
and incredibly generous. and she's
purty. but i'm not sure she knows it.
Pack rat. Dislike the color "periwinkle" intensely. Motivated by deadlines, fear of humiliation, or threat of being exposed as a fraud. Good at keeping most plants alive. Bad at dusting and spelling. I prefer wool socks and cheap beer.
OK in my Book.
WORLD.
face of the planet. When I grow up, I
want to be her. She is a psychic ninja
secret agent rockstar with keen fashion
sense. She is running for governor of
California, and will very likely take it
by a landslide. If you see only one
movie this year, let it be Brooke Corey.
door they won a local merchant of the
year award even though it is full of
slices of monkey brains and old
postcards and nice soaps and nefarious
publications. This is a lady you would
be lucky to count amongst the folks you
know.
place in a dark apartment in brooklyn
somewhere, around 1987--?-- when
she had a party but no one could find
her house, and there was a keg and
moose antlers --?-- on the wall. after
that , it's a blur of coney island, and
rivington street when they had that
giant sculpture pile there and were
banging on cans and barrells. if your
pony was sick, brooke could heal it
with home-made medicine. if your
engine was broke, brooke could fix it
with a toothbrush and a bobbie pin. if
your dye job went bad, brooke could
re-dazzle it with a bottle of Pretty
Beaver dye. brooke is a great artist.
and incredibly generous. and she's
purty. but i'm not sure she knows it.