Photo: Harry J. Bizzarro
I communed with some of the dearest people in my life at the home of my favorite stylist (besides well, moi) Rick Ramsey in Bed-Stuy on election night. We ate Ricky’s delicious smoked turkey and corn chowder and awaited the returns. Our intimate gathering erupted in high-decibel shouts and abundantly flowing tears, especially from me, when the decision was called.
Soon after, a few of us made our way down to Fort Greene, where the party was in full effect on Lafayette & South Portland and on DeKalb between Carlton and Adelphi. Unmitigated joy!