jacket: Roberto Cavalli, 2005 | top (underneath): Geld Iaz, 2008 | skirt: Geld Iaz, 1998
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people suck.
transition – 04
pullover: Ilari Nistri, 2010 | leggings: Adidas, 2010 | boots: Gianni Bravo, 2006 | hat: Tilley, 2011 | gloves: Etienne Aigner, 2005
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ugh all this black is starting to depress me already.
losses in acquisitions
jacket: Valentino, 2011
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♪♪ "… it’s the most wonnnderful tiiime of the yeeear…" ♪♪
sale time!
now, depending on how closely you’ve ben paying attention all these years (and umm, yah sorry– but you would’ve had to have been paying very very close attention) you might understand that i have not been a fan of Valentino since the ouster of Valentino Garavani and the departure of Graziano de Boni, and i mean reeeally NOT. A. FAN.
but this? it’s a BASQUIAT. on a JACKET. covered in PAILLETTES. it’s like it was made for me. (not to mention the métier. beautiful.) i just couldn’t resist.
but! i do take a lot of consolation in knowing i paid nowhere near its retail price, i’d actually wager there’s no way in hell it garnered any profit whatsoever.
:)
noise
top: Adidas (altered), 2008 | skirt: Aqua, 2009 | shoes: DKNY, 2007 | wrap: Loro Piana, 2006
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my visitors know more than you because you wouldn’t believe me anyway.
WHAAAT?!
top: Catorce, 2008 | pants: Geld Iaz, 1999 | boots: Burberry Prorsum, 2011
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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.
art works – 07
Rachel | 2006 | oil pastel and acrylic paint on The Wall Street Journal
i sold this one (and another just like it) to a gallerist from Paris. i wonder if she kept them or sold them for like a profit or something.
she was nice. she told me i should give up fashion and concentrate on fine art. ha ha ha ahaa can you imagine. oh well, i used to think the creative field was particularly heinous, but at this point i don’t think there’s a single occupation in the world that isn’t tainted by some kind of crazy politics or exploitation. so now i don’t feel that regretful anymore about not having gone to med school.
exhibition.ist
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last night was an exhibit party for Sante D’Orazio and Nobuyoshi Araki at Parlor. beautiful. and the space is nice.
