Living the cyber.chic life


Premium coffee, premium water, Heathrow airport, quicksilver cool Powerbook, t-mobile hotspot, the stone roses shaking out of the Virgin megastore express, the beautiful attendants in their full length fashionable uniform covering coats, the Russian girl with pretty eyes, ringed in jetlag black, her mascara melting ever so slightly, with the ornate flower painting in glitter and white on her fingernails.

That’s entertainment.

That’s Heathrow. That’s my last half hour in England.