NIGHTCLUBS In Her Fashion
Singer Lisa Kirk has spent 15 years becoming so skilled a pro that it is impossible for audiences to be anti. Gowned in clinging, strapless, white organza studded with sequins, perched atop a suitcase carried by four male dancers, auburn-haired Singer Kirk was spending her evenings last week being carried about the floor, belting out I'm Sitting on Top of the World at the top of her iron lungs. It was corny, it was stagy, and few entertainers could have got away with it. But at the plush Persian Room of...
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