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Seriously, Stevie Nicks fucking wishes she was as much of a gypsy as Mica de Jesus. That's because, as Mica herself so eloquently puts it, she's a real gyspy — "It's not like being a hippie or something. You can decide to be a hippie. If you're a gypsy, it's just who you are." She reads tarot cards! Her family is "like, traveling, wandering vagabond people"! We LOVE gypsies and so this is almost more awesome than we can stand. Luckily for us, Intern Alexis gathered some inspired commentators — Matt Wolf, Bex Schwartz, and Mike Grynbaum. After the jump, they try to figure out whether or not Mica fulfills New York's one non white person per week quota.

Matt Wolf, Filmmaker

Apparently Mica found an earring on the subway and is now wearing it on her head. Is this OK with you?
Found? She's a gypsy. That shit is stolen.

What sort of dance is Mica doing in the photo?
Remember when Aladdin took Princess Jasmine on a magic carpet ride? She's tangled up in the carpet.

De Jesus! What did Mica do for Christmas?
Eat Chinese food and go to the Woody Allen retrospective at Film Forum with her dad Saul Rabinowitz.

Bex Schwartz, Comediator

Apparently Mica found an earring on the subway and is now wearing it on her head. Is this OK with you?
I am torn, truly, between: (a) skeeved out that she's smearing someone else's ear hole boogies into her forehead, and (b) simultaneously slightly thrilled that she is one of the few blissfully na ve New Yorkers who would dangle someone else's earhole-boogie-encrusted earring on her forehead without thinking about hygiene or face grease, or worse, something like anthrax. I hesitate to ruin her beatific Gypsy serenity, but — ahem, that earring came from Wet Seal.

What sort of dance is Mica doing in the photo?
Mica — by the way, in my head, am I supposed to call her "Micah" or "Meeka?" How does she pronounce that shit? — whatever, Mica likes to think she is dancing a modified version of the famed Dance of the Seven Veils, wherein she will remove at least six of the layers she's wearing. That furry scarfthing goes first.

De Jesus! What did Mica do for Christmas?
Mica and her "friend" took their "polymer-clay figures" to the park, where they sold them for 20 bucks a bag. Schwag, man. Total schwag.

Later, she took the train back out to Long Island, washed off the eyeliner, and joined her, like, vagabond family as they said grace over a turkey dinner over at Aunt Rhoda and Uncle Ned's.

Mike Grynbaum, Harvard student

Apparently Mica found an earring on the subway and is now wearing it on her head. Is this OK with you?
How sanitary was the last clothing item/newspaper/significant other you picked up on the subway? I thought so. The real question is whether an unsuspecting reader will pick up this week's magazine and discover that a Gypsy took off with the heirloom they lost on the uptown A last month. Maybe Mica needs a new source of income - with Borat in the air, couldn't she make a killing with those AIDS-curing Gypsy tears?

What sort of dance is Mica doing in the photo?
Mica cultivates an air of mystery. As she puts it, "I have some clothes, and I like colors." So spiritual! This is a dance intended to hypnotize the viewer, specifically photographers for New York. Her slow undulations and carefully composed ragginess scream sartorial success — not to mention, "I fulfill your magazine's non-white-person quota for the week."

De Jesus! What did Mica do for Christmas?
In a perfect world, Mica would spend the holiday watching "Mystery Science Theater 3000," which featured a female robot named Gypsy. If memory serves, this Gypsy consisted of vacuum cleaner parts and a headlight. They would make beautiful kitsch together.

Look Book: Mica de Jesus, Gypsy [NYMag]