HARLEM HOOPLAH

So I didn't go home this thanksgiving. As homesick as I am, I decided to stay and concentrate on my work. I got so much done, but guess what there's still much more to go. I cant wait to end all of this and start fresh next semester. My schedule is looking pretty damn good next semester. I pretty much only go to school for two full days, two days I have only one class and I have wednesdays completely off, which is great considering I might get an internship. I hope I get this internship, it would be perfect. Its a well-known menswear label that works right out of the west village. They seem really nice and I feel like I'd be learning so much more than working for corporate. I still have a bunch of interviews to go to, but my mind is pretty set. My good friend Adhish had a party last night at his wonderful apartment in HARLEM. God I hate taking the train all the way up there. Not to mention it runs local on weekends. It was okay, but it was obvious Adhish was the life of the party. For obvious reasons. It was fun for a while, but it just wasn't our crowd so we left. I have to get some more work done since next week I have an invitation to the Louis Vuitton party! Thats right, thank god for classmates. I hope its fabulous and champagne filled. It be great to get some swag too. I was telling Sonia last night that this year is the antithesis of last year. Better parties, better people, harder work, less sleep. I love it. It reminds me of why New York is so great that one day you're drinking beers in Harlem and the next you're sipping champagne at a boutique. Oh P.S. I've been watching a lot of movies too. I watched Akira Kurosawa's RAN the other day and fell in love. It's pretty much the story of Shakespear's King Lear told through ancient Japanese samurai times. It blew my mind. For an old movie, I loved it and you know me, Japanese anything makes me happy. I want to own it so if you love me and send me a great christmas present feel free.

I'M SORRY

its not you
its me
you're really nice
too nice
I'm a horrible person with horrible friends
I live in a fake world
I cant corrupt you
Theres just no chemistry
I wish you'd branch out a bit more
Dont hate me
but it's just not working out
I'm sorry

ITS OFFICIAL

So after reevaluating my life and its purpose, after having a baby midlife crisis and shattering my dream of ever being a fashion designer I've come to terms with it. Starting next semester I will be a Communications Design Major. Call me a sell out, call me lazy, call me unoriginal, the reality is that I love fashion too much to stay in the fashion department. As I've been saying, its an ancient program with an extremely elitist persona. The program is overly rigorous and strenous and although I'm doing fine, I'm just not happy. Can you blame me for eating, sleeping and wanting to enjoy New York City? I'm sorry but I just cant subject myself to some contained strenous life designing watered down commercial fashion. I'm not giving up on my dream, but I've realized that I need to take another path before I destroy myself and forget why I'm here. Through CD I can explore fashion and yet not be limited by its barriers. Its been a really hard time, emotionally, academically and socially, but things are looking up. My family and friends are puzzled and hesitant, but supportive. I cant even begin to explain to you how I feel. I'm like a ghost staring at myself in this empty shell. When you realize you dont know who you are anymore, it can be devastating, but I'm slowly pushing through it all. I'm hoping to intern next year and get my foot finally in the door. I've had a really great weekend full of great parties. Thank god there are still folks who know how to throw a good party. I hope w'ell only see more of these kinds of events. Swanky shindigs full of good music, glamorous settings and ridiculous people. I wouldn't have it any other way. One of my classmates invited me to the 50th anniversary party for Louis Vuitton and I'm stoked. Dressing up is my specialty.

SELL OUT

Today was a weird day. Well my job at the Welcome Center is slowly creeping on me and I actually had to work saturday morning the day after halloween. Did I mention the word MORNING! Yeah it was tough. I sometimes think that if I had no obligations I could sleep for days on end. For halloween I was Pee Wee Herman. I loved my costume it was perfect. People knew exactly who I was and I got plenty of shout outs and even friendly hugs. I'm tempted to be him next year too. My friends were also amazing. My friend Gabrielle didn't know what she'd be until the day before and managed to pull out an amazing Karl Lagerfeld. I was utterly impressed. My other friend Liz decided to keep it classy and go with Mariah Carey which was perfect as well. Sanyu was Grace Jones which I was hesitant at first but I ended up thinking it really worked. The parties were not as exciting as us. We left some jazz session party and ended up roaming the streets for hours until we ended up in someone's amazing loft near chinatown. The music pretty much sucked, everyone was over 50 but there was a great open bar with Champagne non-stop refills. Thats all I really needed. So I feel really stupid but that styling idea hit me today in the computer lab and I'm so curious as to see if it could actually work so I made flyers. They're pretty ghetto but whatever. I might as well use my powers for good. We'll see how far it goes. I have a feeling my inbox will pretty much be an influx of hate mail but we'll just have to wait and see. This afternoon a bunch of us OL buddies had movie night at my friend Jess's who lives right next to Webster Hall. We watched Drop Dead Gorgeous and The Sex and the City movie. It was fun. Sometimes its good to just kick back and have a night in. I know its been a while since I last posted but whatever, I'm living my life and I barely have enough time as it is. I'm excited to be going to the Chanel Mobile Art Exhibit tomorrow with my friend Savannah. I heard it was amazing and its only here till thursday so I might as well. I'm going to hustle tomorrow and sew up my skirt, pockets, zippers and all. Not to mention start planning my bridgewear collection inspired by menswear and Edgar Allen Poe. Night.