A quiet night in. The French Quarter was sweltering in the August heat, and the maddening whirr of the fan nearly drowned out the television in the parlour.
We had chosen a DVD from Louis’ alarmingly large collection (He’s an unashamed technology fiend.) The title didn’t sound too promising—Velvet Goldmine – but, Dieu, was I enjoying it now.
I watched the dark, androgynous actor, enraptured. “You know, Louis,” I said, turning to him, “he reminds me of someone.”
He rolled his eyes.
“And look at those costumes.” I paused. "Louis..."
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A quiet night in. The French Quarter was sweltering in the August heat, and the maddening whirr of the fan nearly drowned out the television in the parlour.
We had chosen a DVD from Louis’ alarmingly large collection (He’s an unashamed technology fiend.) The title didn’t sound too promising—Velvet Goldmine – but, Dieu, was I enjoying it now.
I watched the dark, androgynous actor, enraptured. “You know, Louis,” I said, turning to him, “he reminds me of someone.”
He rolled his eyes.
“And look at those costumes.” I paused. "Louis..."
He raised an eyebrow at me. "Not even for you."