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Garance Doré (and Scott Schuman, in audience) at a seminar at the Fashion Institute of Technology

pullover: Ilaria Nistri, 2010 | pants: Geld Iaz, 1998 | rain boots: Jeffrey Campbell, 2010 | bag: GF by Gianfranco Ferre, 2008 | eyewear: Fiction, 2010

 

omg guess who i met! Garance Doré! **squeeeeee**

AND i met Scott Schuman too! **squeeeeeeee** again. (they are so cute it’s ridiculous.)

it was raining so i wore the karma galoshes, maybe they even bring good luck!

dinner at Nuela afterward, since it’s so close by. a lot of the really good stuff— like the foie gras balls that Sam Sifton is too stupid to eat in one bite even though they were like the size of fucking M&M’s, the bacalau fritters, and the sea urchin ceviche— is gone. this is what happens when you don’t play food politics and haven’t spent enough time kissing the retarded food press‘s ass. you can no longer afford to keep the best stuff (and staff) in house, because there’s not enough demand for it. muther fukkers.

 

*[ UPDATE: By request, this post has been modified to facilitate searches for the following commentary below on Shala Monroque and Larry Gagosian. ]*

 

urchin chic

jacket: Junya Watanabe, 2005 | teeshirt: American Apparel, 2009 | leggings: Forever 21, 2008 | boots: Burberry Prorsum, 2010 | eyewear: Gucci, 2005 | bag: Yves St Laurent, 2008 | hat: All Saints, 2010

 

yea this is my irritated wtf-yesterday-was-74-degrees-and-today-it’s-41-fucking-degrees look. i stole this jacket from sweetie, but it’s okay because i still let him wear it every once in awhile. the parka and blazer are actually attached as one piece. it’s even reversible– if you turn it inside out, instead of an orange parka under a black blazer, it looks like a black blazer under a green parka. it’s pretty funky.

 

bath mat

top: Geld Iaz, 2009 | vest: Ito, 2010 | leggings: RLX Ralph Lauren, 2009 | shoes: Giuseppe Zanotti, 2007 | bag: Yves St Laurent, 2008 | eyewear: Yves St Laurent, 2010

 

the forecast said 71˚ today but it actually hit 74˚! yay, you know what that means— Aperol Spritzers at my faaavorite outdoor cafe in all of NYC, Gusto Ristorante e Bar Americano on Greenwich Ave.

it’s so hot i’m actually sweating a bit in this little bath mat i’m wearing.

 

snow

jacket: B by Burton, 2011 | pants: B by Burton, 2011 | boots: Burton, 2009 | mittens: Burton, 2011 | hat: Villawool, 2009 | goggles (all): Oakley, 2011

 

days three, four, and five: stayed at a NorthStar Lodge cabin. we had more food and wine than we knew what to do with— this is what happens when you travel with food professionals.

in all fairness, i didn’t pick out any of this cool gear, my friend did— apparently she is the Burton queen, she has the special membership card and everything (her posse is all former Olympian and master snow riders and whatnot, i am not even kidding). and i must have looked pretty smokin or something, cuz i kept getting compliments from everybody all over the mountain.

the non-foodpro segment of our party are hotshots in the snow-gear business, so we were rolling PX all weekend long, it was pretty awesome.

 

overload

pants: Adidas, 2010 | shoes: Y3 Yohji Yamamoto for Adidas, 2010 | sweater: ? | eyewear: RayBan, 2004

 

day two: after dinner at Benu in San Francisco we drove straight to Napa Valley, we stayed at a friend’s friend’s great little cottage located on the Del Dotto vineyard. breakfast from the nearby Dean & Deluca. wine tasting at Duckhorn Vineyards. lunch at Bottega. wine tasting at Del Dotto. dinner by the fire in the backyard of such an enormous supply of smoked meats, cheeses, vegetables, nibbles, and shrimp grilled on the patio (shipped in from Whole Foods) that you can’t even imagine.

packing for three cities (at varying temperatures) when you hate to check in luggage is kinda a pain in the ass, every single piece has to be maximized efficiently for potential usability in every situation. so of course i ended up a couple things short, i had to borrow this gray sweater from my pal to pile on top of two other layers so i was warm enough for my tour of Napa Valley without being too uncomfortably overheated by trying to wear the coats i’d had to cram into my tiny TSA-approved carry-on suitcase for our upcoming stay in Lake Tahoe.

yep.

 

hawk

 

hey did i ever tell about the hawk? no of course i didn’t.

well the hawk often soars outside my window, you can spot it right away most mornings, it looks like a big giant kite flying up in the sky high above the park. one day a little while ago the hawk stopped by for a visit, it landed on my balcony. it scared the shit out of me, i’d just happened to walk out of the bedroom into the living room at that moment, and at first glance it looked like a person just standing there, that’s how big it was. it stayed about ten minutes or so, letting me take photographs through the glass while it posed and looked pensive.

afterward it took a good long gaze at the little framed picture of Baba Muktananda on the windowsill and then another at Guru Mai hanging on the opposite wall. then it flew away. i’m just sayin.

anyway, it’s outside my window right now, i can see it from my desk. it’s been circling round and round and round but when i try as usual to snap another photo of its mighty impressive wingspan, it always takes off and disappears.