Blondie -- A Day in the Life
It's a gorgeous Tuesday afternoon in New York City's West Village, and even if Fashion Week weren't in full swing, there'd be no shortage of pretty people browsing the Bleecker St. boutiques. At around 4:45 PM, after an hour of strolling around, we figure we're numb to the beauty of our surroundings -- the luxurious townhouses, the leggy model-types -- but then a black SUV pulls up in front of the Marc Jacobs store, and out step the members of Blondie.
Well, we assume all six are there. Our eyes shoot straight to frontwoman Deborah Harry, whose platinum locks are so bright they make us squint. She's rocking gray slacks, a matching tank top, a pink over-shirt and enormous black sunglasses, and even at 66 years old, she looks like a character out of an old movie, or maybe Andy Warhol's Factory. Blondie have agreed to let Spinner tag along for the afternoon and evening, and we're trying to keep cool. This is Fashion Week -- can't let 'em see you sweat.
The pioneering New Wave group is back home in New York, where it formed in 1974, to play two sold-out shows at the Highline Ballroom and mark the release of 'Panic of Girls,' its ninth studio album and first since 2003. To celebrate the occasion, as well as to raise a few bucks for the environmental charity Riverkeeper, the Marc Jacobs store on the corner of Bleecker and Perry has been transformed into a Blondie pop-up shop. The racks are filled with colorful T-shirts emblazoned with Harry's face, and the walls are covered with photos of the group in its late-'70s heyday. When Harry and the gang roll up, poised to sign some autographs, diehard fans have already been staking out the shop for hours, jockeying for position.
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