"Where Are Those Fucking Boots!"

...Is what P and I were shouting at about 10.30p last night, the impatient toddlers that we are. We went to see Little Boots at Le Poisson Rouge—along with T and D—and I have to say that I can't remember the last time I left a show so...so...in love. (Though, unlike the could-be mos behind us, I do NOT want to have her babies.) And I can't decide what I liked most: the suburban girl dance routines, the Hitchcockian platinum updo, or, um, the music. So judge for yourself?

Stuck On Repeat - Little Boots

Meddle - Little Boots

Try to look past the fact that this photo is soooo over-styled that I want to shoot myself. I picked it for the sheer blondness of the hair.