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They're at Cafe Mogador. They're at Yonah Schimmel's. They're everywhere! But can this follicly challenged dynamic duo from old-school New York take back the city for the rest of us neurotics?
Or will we lose it forever to the always-a-good-hair-day narcissists who, with the Sex and the City movie juggernaut on their side, aim to make "Lower East-Packing" the site of their "next douchey makeover"?
The tide might be turning as psychoanalysis gets a rennaissance and more and more New Yorkers complain about the deleterious effects of too much SATC.
Go Woody! Go Larry! Yay team!
(And before anybody helpfully informs me that Woody and Larry, like all celebs, are narcissistic, let me say that everybody's narcissistic to some degree--it's good to have healthy narcissism. Again, I am talking about the personality disorder, which is different. For more info, see Yunnies.)
- See Time Out's guide to hating Sex and the City on more douchification: "With the ladies of SATC came careening tour buses, gaggles of fratboys puking outside Hogs & Heifers and rows of women linked at the elbows mowing down pedestrians."