WHO’S COOL?
Not you. Not me. Not this time of year. When the misery index hits three steamy digits, even the regular suspects at the usual haunts struggle with the mutually exclusive endeavors of being cool and staying cool. At the 8.0 and the Velvet E-bastions of cool, both-we searched out the solution to the seasons fashion dilemma: What to wear on a hot summer night when nothing at all is the only sensible solution?
(Answer: As little as possible.)
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