Best examples of how to dress like a fool and be as presumptuous as a 1930s dadaist - 2004
TIME OUT NEW YORK'S PUBLIC EYE SECTION
"Hi, I'm a waiter, but my $500 shoes are Prada and the last great meal I had was at Nobu." Who the hell are these people in TIME OUT NEW YORK'S PUBLIC EYE SECTION? These self-described "artistes" somehow manage to mix high-end fashion, entitled attitudes, and bad hair into a woozy canvas of narcissism. Why don't they spend their parents' money on heroin like any self-respecting art-world ingénue and be done with it?