Manhattan, NY—Fashion Week 2008 was engulfed by water as rain poured down in torrents during the shows at Bryant Park. Three weird fashionistas were heard having the following conversation. Full, legible text at the end. Props to the Bard, of course.
With many thanks to Songy, who turned me on to Phixr.com, a terrific photo manipulation site, and to enc, who graciously offered to Photoshop these images if I couldn’t do it on my own. This is obviously my first attempt, as I navigate font styles, size, color, etc . . . (P.S. I know two photos are upside down. I wanted my witches to fly.)
When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the Fashion Week is done,
When there's no show left but one.
When Bryant Park is drenched in sun.
Where to meet?
Nearby the tent.
There to meet with MacQueen
[This witch doesn't realize she's on the wrong continent]
Fair is foul, and foul is fair,
Hover through the shows with filthy hair.