From the “life is a cabaret files” at Julie Wilson’s show last Saturday:
A verry dapperly dressed gentleman had his fedora lying on the shelf above a banquet. Draped atop that was a lovely pair of pearl grey kid gloves (and when was the alst time you saw a pair of those?). Being in the middle of Manhattan, it occured to me that these mus be perilously to keep clean and even harder to have cleaned. So I wondered if the gentleman ever found himself in a grimy situation where he took the gloves off because it would be easier to clean his hands than the gloves.