Her top was like David Byrne and bottom like Lebron James.
Visting The Alston is a lot like living in the Flo-Rida song Low or a Stefon SNL sketch.
There are lots of apple bottom jeans, boots with the fur, not to mention a lot of Viagra-chomping crypt-keepers robbin’ the cribs, and a zoo’s worth of exposed chest hair cresting in Cuban Link chains. You wouldn’t be out of place if you just opted for the baggy sweatpants and the Reeboks with the straps.