The next question—about her clothing and style—elicited a more sporting response. That baggy black jacket? Made especially for her by the Belgian fashion designer Ann Demeulemeester. Smith did a little catwalk, twirled and revealed the matching vest’s backless design to cheers from the onlookers. Those rather masculine boots? Brushed, gold-flecked leather pull-on boots by Jimmy Choo. “Fashion-wise, I’m in a Hunger Games mood,” she said. “Sort of Katniss in the woods.”
Standing at City Hall today with anti-horse-carriage activists, including two dressed in horse costumes, Public Advocate Bill de Blasio assailed the Bloomberg administration and the mayor's frequent ally, Council Speaker Christine Quinn, for the city's oversight of the industry.(9)
It should be said here that this has not traditionally been an issue that lends itself particularly well to comedy. The questions of whether it's cruel or perfectly fine to make horses pull tourist-filled vehicles around Central Park, and whether the interviention of politicians wishing to ban the practice is heroic or meddlesome and offensive, usually tend to provoke fairly intense passions among parties with an interest in the matter.
During a bizarre routine in Cavalia, the theme of which seemed to be the reprehensible dirtiness of sexual activity, the creatures entered the ring one at a time, awkwardly and timidly forming a band of nipping, biting, licking, kicking and, often, mounting mustangs. They carried on this way until the woman who seemed to be their pimp caught them, tossed sand in their faces, and publicly humiliated them into a single, galloping line.