PARTY BUSINESS

Okay so I know I'm going to come off super douchey when I say this but partying in New York City could literally be a full time job. I dont know why people dont take socialites more seriously, I mean with all due honesty, keeping appearances can take it out of you. Last night was the wildest night of my life. BY FAR!! And I know some of you will just laugh at my ignorant naiveness but I've never been that many places in that amount of time. It all started with this OAK after party that I really wanted to go to because I love OAK and Holy Ghost was DJing and there was an open bar till 11 which I'm all for. Of course same fucking story all my friends are busy doing hw, or kicking back in their PJs cuz school's the next day, but you know me I'm like "Who gives a fuck there's a party out there and I'm going" So I left ALONE to this shindig. I get there and they check if you RSVPd which I did, then they check ID so I hand em my passport copy. I know oldest trick in the book but hey it works so I get in and twiddling my thumbs acting like the cool loner in the corner. This fails and I need to find someone I know, at least someone. Luckily, my good friend Alexander Wolf aka creative director over at CITY (god this name dropping is ridiculous..hang in there) shows up and his photographer lady friend and we had fun and what not. Cole Mohr gets there with this fugly bitch and they start making out all night. Oh and my favorite, top model, and I use the term loosely, FURONDA was there workin' her skinny ass haha. That was definitely a highlight. Times up, drinks aren't free so Alex says lets go the Corpus after party so we jump in a cab and arrive at this hotel where the doorman asks where we're going. We let him know and he lets us in the elevator. Doors open and bam I run smack dab into some of my old friends from last year. The infamous Jess Steller, cutie Jordan Potter, my boy Houman and Paula Rezende. I know you dont know these people, but I do and I cant but put a face to a name okay. I almost got into a fight with the DJ after I pointed at his shirt and he pushed me into a group of people whilst I waited for the bathroom. It was totally immature and uncalled for. Thank god these two nice gentlemen stopped him and tried to reason with his dumb fuck ass. I chatted it up with some models who I remembered from the Duckie show. Some British blokes. They were funny tho. So the party died down and the group split up. I and three others were walking down the street when some bartender yelled out, "first round of drinks on me" so we, of course did not resist. After our "first" round we left to some other shitty bar where the bouncer wouldn't let me in cuz of some technical bullshit with my passport copy but I got in thanks to Houman. We danced, I made out with some Aussie girl who I wish I could remember and then after like an hour or so we left. I shared a cab with the Steller and we headed home sweet home to the financial district around 4AM. Mind you this was monday night and I had class at 9 in the morning. Yeah didn't go to my first class and I still feel a bit dizzy. good times right. fucking ridiculous!

GIRLFRIEND

So a friend I dont mention enough is my dear Hayley Thiesen or as we call her Girlfriend. She's the sweetest, most gentle hospitality whore from Detroit. And she loves to tell you she's from Detroit. "Detroit is in all ways the definition of the American City but its problem lies in the fact that it didn't diversify its industries" -GF Thats a taste of girlfriend, a most intellectual being. Girlfriend enjoys fine cinema, serial killers, good food, and looking up things on wikipedia (which is the source of her ever-expanding knowledge) So suck on that higher education, wikipedia isn't full of shit. The funny thing about girlfriend is that you would never expect her to even be in the same room as me, Gabrielle or the stoic Sonia. Our pessimistic evil ignorance hasn't seemed to corrupt her...yet. Deep down I think she realizes that we are evil soul-less beings who judge people instinctively and couldn't give a fuck and she either wishes she could be too or is deep down a mass murder who chuckles at our cynical wit. Either way she's our girlfriend and we're blessed by her presence oh yeah and her TV helps too. This saturday me and girlfriend had a date with the movie SHIVER or Eskalorfrio in Spanish. It was a Spanish movie about a boy and his mother who move out of the city because of a bizarre skin condition which prevents him from being exposed to sunlight, and into the country where they discover a crazy wild little girl who kills people and everyone suspects the new boy but it turns out to be some german child. This thus prompted our interest in feral children and I fell in love and awe with the story of Genie Willie who until she was 13 was tied to a potty chair in total isolation and was then slowly reabilitated in a series of extensive tests and research. Its a really sad story and they based a movie on her whole ordeal called "mockingbird dont sing" I want to see it soon. Maybe tonight. On Sunday I was cordially invited to Girlfriend's uncle Carl's house for dinner and cake which I couldn't refuse. They lived in this charming brownstone in Clinton Hill. Chicken and Dumplings, a light salad and a famous recipe chocolate cake left me stuffed. The company was very interesting. They were the most cultured, intellectual group of people I've ever been around. I felt like a complete idiot as they discussed everything from film to politics and art. It was very interesting. Its great to meet new people and in such an intimate setting you really see how many different lives we live. Whoa..deep. ANYWAYS ABOUT FASHION.....

DUCKIEZ

So I haven't posted in quite a while and boy do I have stuff to say! Well my amazing internship has blossomed to its most gloriousness. Thats right gloriousness. The day of the Fashion show was great and went very smoothly, probably due to the amount of help and organization that went into everything. That and the models only had one look which greatly simplified the dressers jobs. The after party was at this underground club RDV somewhere in meatpacking. As Daniel said it was very "bordello-esque" haha You could tell who the waitresses were by the length of their skirts or lack of should I say. The party was grand regardless with open bar till 12 I've become good friends with Johanna the Swiss intern. She's so sweet and her sister and friends were here visiting so we had our share of dancing and stealing champagne. It was a great day.