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rubber duckie

pullover: Ilaria Nistri, 2010 | pants: Geld Iaz, 1998 | boots: Fendi, 2010

 

even though the sky was bright and sunny, the weather forecast said 80% chance of rain by sunset. so everything i wore this day was 100% waterproof, it all looks sorta leathery but really it’s all rubber. and wouldn’t you know it didn’t rain a drop the entire day or night.
brunch at my second faaavorite restaurant in all of NYC, Centro Vinoteca.

 

reoowwrr

jacket: Alessandro dell’Acqua, 2003 | pants: Geld Iaz, 2002 | eyewear: Yves St Laurent, 2010 | shoes: Dior, 2005 | bag: Luba J, 2006

 

look, the famous "big cheetah pants." oops i just tried to find a hyperlink to those stories but they’ve already been moved. i’ll find them eventually.

late lunch / early drinks at my faaavorite restaurant in all of NYC, Gusto Ristorante e Bar Americano on Greenwich Ave.

 

living room

dress (as skirt): Geld Iaz, 2004 | teeshirt: American Apparel, 2010 | coat: Gianni Versace, 1989 | shoes: Y3 Yohji Yamamoto for Adidas, 2010 | bag: Luba J, 2005 | eyewear: Fiction, 2010

 

i only wore this coat hoping Spring will come soon and i won’t have much more of an occasion to wear it for at least another ten months.

drinks at Living Room in the Standard Hotel with accessories designer Julija Stoliarova of Luba J, it was so much fun. remember when she was a 40-foot high billboard on Houston Street for Kangol by Luba J? she’s so beautiful. dinner at Villa Pacri.

 

 

so jones (redux)

crochet halter top: Geld Iaz, 2004 | car coat: Rick Owens Lilies, 2007 | fuchsia halter dress: Geld Iaz, 2002 | dress: Geld Iaz, 2003

 

was feeling under the weather yesterday, so just stayed in. only ventured out to the drugstore, but i certainly wouldn’t want to bore you with the get-up i rocked at Duane Reade. dug out these old photos instead, the ones which were featured in that SoJones article, in case you missed it or want a closer look or something. i replaced the beach chair one (with the rejects) cuz that one’s totally played-out anyways, i chose it for my Facebook® profile back when Gawker still allowed commentator log-in via farcebook (because they banned my longtime commentator "handle," remember?)— it was the only one i had that i thought most capably implied "oh go fuck yourself." believe me, as a Gawker "commenter" it’s best to be as preemptive as possible (because most of their "regular" commenters are assholes). it’s still my Farcebook profile picture but only because i’m too lazy to mess with that stuff.

sigh, seeing these pictures makes me think it’s time to escape this interminable antarctic tundra. oh yah, it’s Fashion Week. another great reason to get the hells out of Dodge. ahaa hah haa oh what a Fashion lover i am.

 

 

nylon pile-on

coat: Vivienne Westwood Anglomania, 2009 | pants: Stella McCartney for Adidas, 2009 | hat: Monarchy, 2009 | eyewear: Chanel, 2005 | hoodie: RLX Ralph Lauren, 2010 | shoes: Fendi, 2010

 

when i graduated from college in 1990, i gave up black. it came to me in an epiphany one day when i opened up my closet and saw nothing but typical teenage despondence. and so for decades afterward i turned my back on black, i hardly ever went near the pigment except in the Spring of 1997 when Tom Ford and Donna Karan had practically every discerning client of mine desperately begging for it. then sometime around 2009, in the midst of a seemingly pointless never-ending war, the global economic and financial-systems meltdown, and persistent corruption in the government of the most powerful nation in the world, somehow black became appealing to me again. last year, in 2010, nearly every single article of clothing i purchased was black. go figure. if this brutal winter ever lets up, it might be time to live in color again.

 

 

hello sunshine

coat: Moncler, 2010 | pants: Geld Iaz, 1998 | boots: Gianni Bravo, 2006 | eyewear: Yves St Laurent, 2010

 

i’m sure i wasn’t the only one who appreciated the sunshine-that-it-seems-we-haven’t-felt-in-months. the streets and stores and restaurants and whatnot all seemed quite bustling yesterday, everybody was out and about despite the still-freezing temperature.

drinks at "the Boom Boom" at Standard Hotel. although on certain nights when you’re feeling festive or have friends visiting from out of town, it’s undoubtedly quite nice to be one of "the chosen" at a place where "people are all the same [and… everybody knows your name]" — it’s actually the earlier hours at the Boom i really love the best, i don’t care what anybody says. ha ha ahaa oh okay who am i kidding, i wouldn’t trade my elite nocturnal status for all the early-hour democracy in the world. this is true.

 

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