February 2008
29 posts
From the New SATC Trailer
SJP as Bradshaw: Why'd you move to New York?
Jennifer Hudson as Bradshaw's personal assistant: [shrugs] To fall in love.
*this may seem like an oxymoron at first--really, who comes to New York to fall in love? People come here to make money, to become "someone", to realize their dreams of fame and fortune. But to fall in love? That's something better left to the middle states, to Los Angeles, even. The dichotomy between Love and New York is vast and seemingly impossible to bridge. Love is soft, vulnerable, open, and giving. New York can be hard, tough, closed, and unrelenting. But the fact that love is still here, despite all that--maybe that's what makes NY the best place to find it. Because if you can find it here, and hold onto it, well that's when you know it's real and solid and good.*
This is What's Good About MySpace
I got the following message from an old acquaintance from 7th grade. I have not spoken to him in literally 13 years:
Hi Carol, I’m not even sure if you still remember me from back in the high school days. [Redacted], I went to St. Louis. I know it’s been a long time since I have seen you but, my New Years resolution was to look up some old friends that I lost touch with from the high...
Barneys Warehouse Sale
It. Is. A. War. Zone. Do not go unless it is a) absolutely necessary, or b) you are stress-immune to violent encounters in the midst of piles of shoes.
But I did walk out with a pair of Prada croc open-toe wedges for $250. A veritable bargain, if you will.
Me: I just got home from a pretty awesome 9-hour date.
J: That's great--you must kind of like him. You usually get bored after a couple of hours. Where'd he take you?
Me: Out for brunch at this place where a bluegrass band was playing. I had grits. And biscuits with gravy. That was really exciting. And then we went to this chocolate place with fresh, hot, melted fondue over vanilla gelato cream puffs. And then we slept for, like, four hours. Then we went to dinner.
J: So, basically you ate and slept all day long.
Me: Um....yeah.
J: Okay. Well, wanna go out tonight?
Me: No, I'm exhausted.
J: From what??
Me: Eating so much. And...um...sleeping.
J: Shut up and get dressed. We're going out.
Endorphin-less
I never thought I’d say this, but the worst part about being so sick? It’s not being able to work out. I can feel my muscles atrophying as I type! I need Lauren back!
Sick
It’s my turn—I’ve got a fever, aches and pains, and a sore throat. Also, I can’t breath very well. I’m not used to this. I almost never get sick. It’s the post-fashion-week flu. Ugggghhhhhhhhh.
It's Over!!
Fashion week is officially over! I don’t know whether to collapse or start shotgunning beers.
Sunday with George
I really want to see the new Broadway play, A Sunday in the Park with George, about Georges Seurat and his famous painting, Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte. For some reason, pointillism (and that work in particular), is one of the only things I remember clearly about all of those college art history classes.
Dear [Redacted]
I know I haven’t called you back since our last “date.” I’d like to be able to say that it’s because I’ve been busy or overwhelmed with fashion week. Unfortunately, however, that is not the case. The real reason is pretty simple. I think you’re probably a decent guy. But I know you’re not a gentleman. During the couple of dates we’ve had, you...
Dear Friends
It’s the middle of NY Fashion Week and I feel like I’ve been stuck in a fashion vortex where all things unrelated to fashion cease to exist. In the past five days, I haven’t spoken to any friends that don’t work in fashion, nor have I spoken to my mom. I haven’t folded my clothes, washed my dishes (not that I have anything other than cups since I’ve been home...
It's 9 p.m. and I Can Barely Keep My Eyes Open
Nooooo morrrrrrrre fashionnnnn showwwwws.