“Ever since September 11th, everyone thinks I’m dead, but memory is fragile filament and all my dreams taste like plastic.”
Jack Champagne wanted the life, liberty and hot pursuits promised to her. She traded a world of tall trees, dirt bikes and milk money stains for a piece of that Big Apple pie. She moved on September 11, 1996. She moved to the city to study music, but a sugar coated business card leads to a single photograph that launches her through the looking glass to become an It Girl. On this surreal Manhattan odyssey she will discover Mercedes DeVille, Jude Anonymous, a man called Whispers, a clock with no numbers and the subtle distinctions dividing fame and success, ambition and dreams; now, ever since September 11th, everyone thinks she’s dead. This is her life, her story. This is Jack in Manhattan, 1996-2001. This is Luxury & The AfterBang. Don’t mind the smoke…
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