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out of the mouths of older babes in silk stockings

[overheard in one of the aisles at the Armory show the week before last]

Near a wall displaying some of the less extreme of Robert Mapplethorpe's photographs, an almost painfully-thin, elegantly-dressed Upper-East-Side matron of a certain age was explaining her aesthetic preferences to a friend:

I never liked any of his work, except for the really, really early photographs with the leather and penises.