
My prayers were answered, there was not a skull in sight at the Morphine Generation show last night. In fact, there was very little black either. It was Morphine Generation goes to the country club. A little preppy— with polo shirts, collared shirts with cardigans, and pleated shorts. There were even prep school crest emblems on blazers.
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Erik Hart did an amazing job of giving us something different, without losing the MG identity, there were still threadbare sweaters that looks like moths have done their insidious deeds in darkened closets, and desconstructed, unfinished seems. Kudos for not being predictable!
Posted by Linda Immediato
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