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do you ever have the desire to order something tasty yet random from a chinese takeout menu, like fried chicken wings, because you haven't eaten all day and things like "rice" and "soup" sound "lame" and "bland," so you take a gamble, and when they come, you reach into the greasy brown paper bag while you're still standing up, remove the foil, bite into it, look down, and discover that THERE ARE FEATHERS ON THE ONE IN FRONT OF YOU?
never happen to you?
it happened to me.
i wish i had taken a picture, but i was too busy hurling in the next room, so i uploaded a picture of my friend instead.
isn't he precious?

watch this video!

my parents have every single beatles song of all time on their itunes.
i am trying to make an edit, but there are so many i love.
"i've just seen a face" is one of those.

I've just seen a face,
I can't forget the time or place
Where we just met.
She's just the girl for me
And I want all the world to see
We've met

fashion week has come and gone.
since i mentioned the music at lacoste last weekend, here is my favorite part of the show on video.
perfection.
i will write more about the week later.

boho and boots

yesterday was dkny and adam.
both shows featured women's and men's which was a treat -- usually it's only the latter for me.
dkny was the usual clusterfuck in a large garage on washington st., and if you forget your sunglasses like i did, you were blinded by the woman in front of you who felt it necessary to wear a multi-colored sequin hat at 1:00 on a sunday. is it really necessary? i loved the bohemian vibe at dkny, especially these two looks.
adam was at lux studio, just off the west side highway. the clothes were great, especially this belted coat which i will attempt to save up for, but mostly i was too distracted by the parade of tall black and chocolate louboutin boots to notice anything else! unfortunately, i will not be saving up for those, as it would be a very cold winter for me and my boots without a roof over our head. oh lord.

GIANTS WIN

i came out of retirement tonight as a professional sports fan after 10+ long years of taking things too seriously, throwing paperweights, pulling peoples' hair, throwing pizza, having fits, slamming doors, and having to watch chicago bulls games in a room by myself. i swear i was only 13. I SWEAR. promise. no, really... anyway, it was worth getting wrapped up in the game tonight, and how could you not? it was a thriller and even though i am still twitching and having heart palpatations, at least i can go to bed a very happy girl. brady may be hot, but manning is a hero. i don't plan on jumping on the bandwagon any time soon, but at the very least, it was fun to be a die-hard fan, at least for one night.

sunday sunday, la la lalala

the best show yesterday was lacoste; the best presentation was gilded age. the music at lacoste was fantastic as always, and i am dying to find out more about the songs they played, particularly one pop track that featured gun-shots but in a cute way. i can't explain...it just worked! the show closed with an apres ski disco party, complete with leg-warmers tucked over jeans, and dozens of pastel-colored knits and down jackets, which reminded me of those big buckets of rainbow sorbet you used to buy with mom at Shop Rite when you were five-years-old. fun. in the evening, i went to loden dager, which was tucked away in the back of some strange chapel on 20th St. it was tragicaly hipster -- little boys running around with eyeliner -- and i'm not talking about the models. the models were actually cute and so were the clothes. i couldn't handle everyone else.
today i am tired and kind of dizzy and i have to get up and go to a few more shows today even though it's the superbowl and all i want to do is order in pizza, make black and white nachos like these ones from cowgirl that we ate last week, and drink fountain soda. i SO don't want to put on high-heels and deal with fashion on the lord's day....cause i'm so religious.



go Giants!

blast from the past

and i don't mean this windy, water-logged joke of a day.

i'm talking about a funny front row encounter this afternoon at the carlos campos show. it was still pretty empty. people were trickling in and suddenly i see a very tall guy with dark hair and six days of calculated scruff walk across the runway to greet someone on the other side. it was ruben. remember him? it's important to note that we worked together at my very first "real" job in publishing at the teeny bopper mag, when he was 29 and i was 21 and i thought he was ancient and now that i'm the age he was when i met him, it's a strange feeling. he came over and ended up sitting next to me for the show. he's still the same. name-dropping, designer-dropping, club-dropping, "i'm in ralph lauren from head to toe, but i'm wearing dior tonight and after this show, carlos is going to make me a custom suit for opening night of this new club i'm working...one second while i send my girlfriend who happens to be a supermodel a picture using my iphone..." you get the point. and i didn't even embellish. nope. he's just like that and somehow it's mostly endearing. even my super sweet sister who has no patience for such people, finds him entertaining. "how can you hate on someone who is basically a cariacature of themselves?" some of you know what i mean, and i'm sure you're nodding in unison. i hadn't seen him in at least two years, we probably hadn't spoken for almost a year, but he still said "love you," when he hugged me on the way out. funny how the world works, and how certain people that you meet, at certain points in your life, you end up having a special bond with that you're not quite sure why it exists, but it does. and other people slip away so easily, even ones that you thought you had something wonderful with.

the weather was nasty for the first day of fashion week, and my rain boots were at my apartment and since i haven't spent more than two nights there since october, i had to trudge along in not-so-cozy leather boots, tights, and a dress. for some reason i decided that would be a good outfit in a monsoon. i ended up finding a half-hour window to ditch the dress for jeans. i would've been miserable otherwise. the funny thing is, despite the little notes my boyfriend leaves me every morning in a sketch-book, with the temperature and daily "outlook," i left my umbrella at home. i ended up going through THREE umbrellas in two hours, including one (no names mentioned) that apparently retails for $95 that i "borrowed" from our closet at work which lasted for all of five seconds. what a joke. the umbrella that fared the best was a $4.99 one from duane reade, an impulse purchase at around 3:30 today when i also decided i needed to buy a small bag of cadbury mini eggs, since easter is apparently around the corner!!! what a dork.

basically, fashion week is draining but exciting and you never know who you will run into.

and finally, if you only download one song this week, make it "I Sing I Swim," by Seabear. it's slightly fay, but incredibly sweet and soothing.

"throw me a dream please,
it's been a dreamless sleep
for such a long time, such a long time
sing myself awake
watch the branches break
no one could ever take your place."

sweets & treats

i'm not gonna lie, this is one sweet treat. it was a gift from jessie and it is wonderful. um, it was wonderful. it is long gone.
it was filled with things that are gummy and crunchy and sticky and ooey and chocolatey and i am in love with it. thank god V-day isn't for another two weeks, because i intend on stocking up. i hope you do, too.

i want to share something else that was very exciting for me. i met ralph lauren on wednesday morning.
he walked the four of us through his fall/winter '08 collection -- purple and black labels, polo, and RLX -- at MILK studios. i must have taken about 200 shots of the clothing, but ever-so-subtly shot this one of him. one of the things that struck me about him is that when he shakes your hand, he really holds it in his for a long time and makes eye contact and smiles a genuine smile and then he turns and asks you what you think of the collection and you hope something -- anything -- comes out of your mouth other than white noise. maybe that's the secret to his success -- making low totem dwellers feel important. that, and the fact that his clothes are perfection. it was an honor to meet him.



good night.

back by popular demand

just kidding. isn't it rude when people say that?
this photo is an oldie but a goodie from one of our many meals at cowgirl over the years. i believe this was taken four years ago. cute despite my weird arm placement. we went hard. i'll add the ones from tonight on here tomorrow, with ROCO in them.

we went up to my parents' last weekend. they're in india for a month with my aunt and uncle, so we felt no pressure to do anything except hibernate with hot bowls of chili, capriccio's pizza, and movies on demand. i made tollhouse cookies and god are they good. the ultimate comfort food.

ok, so movies on demand, we need to talk. you recommended The Namesake, but that shit is depressing as hell and you should only watch it if puffy eyes are part of your beauty routine. the female leads were gorgeous and the men were kind of fug. i'm always fascinated by that -- how women can be so much prettier than men. why are you so ugly, boys? only teasing. male ducks are way prettier, so there. at least you've got that.

secondly, The Killing of John Lennon is scary and the only good actor is the lead, Jonas Ball. everyone else sounds like they're auditioning for Red Shoe Diaries. but where the hell has this Ball dude been all my life? he's phenomenal and completely disturbing. "bang bang." what a nightmare. either he's totally psychotic in real life or he deserves the Oscar NOW. one other thing. well, two. i applaud the tight editing, but apparently someone forgot to edit out the Wicked billboard, the Hershey store, Virgin Megastore, and um the people wearing skinny jeans and stillettos in Times Square. John Lennon was shot in 1980, not 2007.
get on board.
but it's not really fair, because honestly, even if the film had been terrific, i probably still would have hated it. i mean, the whole time you're watching it you're like "well maybe he won't shoot him," but then you remember this is a true story and the hero gets shot. so no one wins.

fashion week started today. well not technically. technically it starts friday, but our shit started tonight. we met Andre 3000 in a gramercy park hotel suite, which was fantastic. he's handsome, charming, e-bay obsessed like me, and he is launching his first collection of 1935-inspired clothing called "benjamin bixby," which includes everything from tweed plus-fours and cords with braces to brown leather varsity jackets and thick woolen v-neck sweaters with hand-painted letters. it's a gorgeous first collection and seeing a celebrity who clearly oversaw the production of the collection from start to finish was inspiring and a rare treat. there were two racks of clothes, plus an oversized trunk with knits and ties. i love the fact that his logo is a small hot-air balloon shape. it's an adventure. a story. the next collection could take place in 1968. or 1943. or 2097. we'll have to wait and see.

all in all, today was a good day except for the sad ending -- saying goodbye to molly. she is moving to atlanta for love. it is the end of an era. from dipping hershey kisses in peanut butter on the 13th floor of the west tower to breezy jeep rides with the top down and W-ICB radio on the way to weg's and getting caught in hilliard hall and dancing/falling down at sessa and centro fly (god we're old) and pretzels and drinks at maggie's after work...

i miss it all.

good night.
see you back on here soon.

and now, a moment of silence

as you know, the golden globes were called-off and me and katherine heigl are destroyed.
we were going to polish her wedding ring and admire her during commercial breaks while listening to "the mending of the gown" by sunset rubdown.
i need to let go and let god.

how are you?
it's been a while.
how have you been?
good.
happy new year.
thanks.

the holidays are a bit of a blur.
i remember the smell of gas when i accidentally left the stove on, cookies, and pine.
smells - good and bad - linger the longest.

it was a lovely hanukkah/christmas/trip/new year's and i even made some resolutions.
i am trying to:

1 - sleep
2 - fly without fear
3 - make a penguin out of paper

4 - not be bitchy in cabs and/or rude to cab drivers

5 - only spend money on things that matter like the latest chanel nail polish.


last night was julie's real birthday and we went to flatiron lounge with a bunch of her friends. it's so glamorous that you can't even light a cupcake candle because apparently glossy people don't celebrate birthdays, imagine that!
we accidentally lit one anyway, whoops.