top: Catorce, 2008 | pants: Geld Iaz, 1999 | boots: Burberry Prorsum, 2011
omylord if you could only hear the incessant jackhammering on TWO sides of my building simultaneously right now, i can’t even hear myself think about killing myself. it’s been going on since 8:00 AM for about the past week now. it’s inhuman, it really is.
and Bloomberg has the fucking unmitigated gall to sic the community boards on restaurants and outdoor cafes for all the troublesome noise they impose on the neighborhoods they’re gentrifying and raising property values in. 311 this, you nasally munchkin dikksukking mutherfukker.
all by Yves St Laurent
dear Cosmos, snow does not really fit into my wardrobe plans for Fall, wtf? please amend. thank you.
dress: DKNY, 2009 | shoes: Dsquared, 2004 | hat: Raya (Panarea), 2011 | scarf (on hat): Adrienne Vittadini, 2011
i give up. i mean, not that i’m complaining about the gorgeous weather or anything, but really– what the hell is one supposed to do when it’s 85° in October. just enjoy it and not waste it contemplating what the hells to wear, that’s what.
boots: Burberry Prorsum, 2011
ohhh, well hello there, beauties! come on in, make yourselves at home! :)
anyways, last night was dinner at Crown and then the premiere party for the Limelight documentary at Westway. apparently Westway is this old strip club that was taken over by a couple of promoters or something, but it doesn’t look like they did any renovations to it or anything. or maybe they did, and it’s just supposed to look busted. well anyhow my point is: the irony of celebrating the legendary Limelight in a venue like this (which evidently also hosted the Valentino Garavani party i mentioned last week) wasn’t entirely lost on some of us Limelight/Tunnel/Palladium/USA veterans. myyy how nightlife has changed.
vest: Ito, 2010 | top: DKNY, 2009 | leggings: Forever 21, 2010 | shoes: Dior, 2005 | eyewear: Gianni Versace, 2004
uggh, 65° ; i am just not ready for this.
cover-up: Foravi, 2009 | dress (underneath): Geld Iaz, 2003 | stockings: Givenchy, 2004 | shoes: Giuseppe Zanotti, 2007
"Designer, writer and insider Abbe Diaz, recounted her experiences in the fashion world in her book PX This – Diary of the Maitre d’ to the Stars… [and] shared this run-in with designer Ann Demeulmeester:
‘[She] was a bit creepy to me for absolutely no reason at all, we go to her showroom and Marc [Bagutta] introduces me to her as his girlfriend and then he mentions how I am helping him with the buying (taking all the notes and shit). And she suddenly busts out with ‘Yes, you have to put them to work, otherwise they just spend all your money.’" – from "Is the Fashion Industry a Gay Man’s World?" at thegrindstone.com
ha ha ahaa Happy Fashion Week! :)
oh i did one other fashiony thing too, i went for drinks at the Boom Boom and then followed it up with a pop-in at the JF & Son party (but really only because it was so close by).
top: Geld Iaz, 2008 | shorts (men’s; altered): John Varvatos, 2007 | shoes: Dsquared, 2011 | eyewear: Yves St Laurent, 2008
Standard Grill again cuz we happened to be right in the area. there’s an older guy on an antique bicycle who stakes the joint out for susceptible-looking ladies and then tries to pick them up with some line about "making a movie in the area." he must make his rounds to a few different places, cuz we watched him come and go three separate times in the span of about three hours. one of his other ploys is to roll up and cop a squat very nearby and then pretend to use his cell phone within earshot of his prey. we were too far away to hear him that time, but judging by the way his victim rolled her eyes up into her forehead (and then gathered up her purse and walked away), we imagined his phone "conversation" probably consisted of something along the lines of "well if Brad isn’t available for ten million then call George Clooney, he owes me a favor!" ha ha ha ha aha.