Well, for one glorious night anyway.
It was a party for voluptuous scene queen Dianne Brill‘s fashion line.
Designer Albert Crudo felt we should attend sporting giant balloons, and I agreed that that was the breast idea.
Intoxicated by all the attention my tatas attracted, I kept them on for hours and hours, and at an event later that evening, I met Jon Cryer, who looked like he wanted to vomit.
But even he couldn’t burst my bubbles.
Ah, the fun!
Photo: Wolfgang Wesener
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on June 3, 2010