Vive La Revolution!!

This is Louise... well, this is Corvid, the picture is Louise. Louise stands outside a coffee shop on the main drag down the street from my house. Everyday Louise is dressed in different attire, exhibiting a different pose, and making a different statement... all the while with her Geez Louise Coffee cup in hand. Today Louise was feeling a bit naughty and dangerous. She wore a black lace thong, and a construction worker's vest. The vest had slipped to the side and Louise was showing a little more skin than perhaps she should have at 8am. I believe it was her response to Hot Chickalatte a few blocks west.   Hot Chickalatte is a shocking pink establishment, not nearly as classy as Geez Louise, with its green lettering and art installments. The roof is the pitched, alpine affair indicating a past life as a Der Weinerschnitzel, with a large glass service window facing the street. Inside there are several young girls in various assortments of bad lingerie serving even worse coffee. The construction workers don't seem to mind.

The young women stand out on the street hula hooping to draw in business, and Louise, being the savvy business manequin that she is, knew what she had to do.

For years Louise has thrilled us with her wardrobe, dressing in everything from Ghetto Fabulous, to Glitter Disco Diva. Her upraised hand a salute to us all, sending us on our way in the morning, feeling a little bit better for having witnessed her agressive fashion sense, and caffinated cheer. But then, when "boob coffee," as my daughters refers to it, moved into the nieghborhood, the sense of fashion whimsy turned into all out offense coture.

Out came the gas masks, and the pregnancy suits under polyester teddies. Rainbow clown wigs coupled with vinyl catsuits, combat boots and bikinis... the shit was getting real.

If the girls down the street could hoola hoop half naked on the longest main drag in the US, then Louise was going to do them one better... hence the shocking exspanse of skin in the wee hours of the morning. You go girl.

Now, of course, the nieghborhood continues to frequent Jeez Louise because it is a great place with fairly good coffee, and even better atmosphere... Boob coffee isn't really much competition for them.  Boob coffee appeals to a different crowd. Mostly men... the dirty, old kind.

But we all raise a fist in solidarity with our favorite fashion manequin and wonder what she will be wearing today, and what will it say...

Vive La Revolution!! Vive Lousie!!