Opening Night style continues (and hits a whole ‘nother octave) at the Vinyl Music Festival at Michael’s On East.
Meet “Ivory.” No, she really hasn’t been hired to show up in this party garb. It’s just her preferred style slant for a night on the town.
(Of course this post would not be complete nor fair if I didn’t give full credit to our fearless business writer and SFF reporter extraordinaire, Mr. Jacob Ogles, who, as we ran after Ivory on her way out of the party, yelled, “Hey Tutu Girl!” clear across M.O.E.’s parking lot. For those who know certain back stories involving Bill Paxton during SFF ’09, this wouldn’t be the first time Jacob has broken into a near-dead sprint through a parking lot to secure an interview.)