Wow, I look like an angel….well, we know that’s not true. Maybe it’s my guardian angel. Or the cops are after me. I do look like a Russian spy decked out in a black cinched coat and black skinny jeans. Who shall I spy on?? There must be a politician up to no good around here. I’m in the Meat Packing district…Actually my life is not that exciting (or perverse). I’m off to dine with a friend pre-fast at De Santos. Have you been? I’ll let you know how the Italian fares.