FASHION/SUMMER
2001
ISSUE 3 LAST TANGO,
by Joel page 6,
photos by Jim
We danced and
danced some more. We danced until the sweat trickled down our brows.
I tore off my executive style black blazer custom tailored just for me
and tossed it to the hard wooden floor.
"Look at me!!
I am a
matador!!
VSGal?!?! What
are you doing??
That's going to far,
I just can't get
lipstick on my fresh pressed white shirt...I'm sorry."