Tag Archives: GUSTO RISTORANTE

go army

top: Geld Iaz, 2008 | pants: DKNY Active, 2008 | shoes: Donna Karan, 2011 | hat: Milsa, 2010 | eyewear: Gucci, 2004 | bag: Yves St Laurent, 2008

 

lunch with Zainab Jah at my faaavorite outdoor cafe in all of NYC, Gusto Ristorante e Bar Americano. saw Marg Helgenberger there too, she was lunching with her husband (?). she looked so great, she was sporting all white. okay call me a pervert or whatever for noticing, but Marg Helgenberger was either wearing the teensy weensiest g-string under her white cotton pants, or she was wearing nothing at all. i’m just sayin.

 

tatters

jacket: 7 (Japan), 2008 | leggings: Adidas, 2011 | shoes: Yohji Yamamoto Y3, 2010 | bag: Azzedine Alaïa, 2005 | scarf: Geld Iaz, 1996

 

dinner at Gusto Ristorante e Bar Americano with Zainab Jah and Danai Gurira. (remember when Zainab Jah was a badassed rifle-toting hottie in The New York Times? i just love that photo.)

"friends & family" pre-opening drinks at Teatro aka Theater Bar.

 

cargo

top: Geld Iaz, 2007 | cargo pants: Joyce Leslie, 2004 | shoes: DSquared, 2003 | eyewear: Yves St Laurent, 2010

 

it’s 74˚! yay! you know what that means— Aperol spritzers at my faaavorite outdoor cafe in all of NYC, Gusto Ristorante e Bar Americano (again).

and yes these cargo pants are from Joyce Leslie, i bought them for like 24 bucks, i got them in black and eggshell too. and funny— these were the pants (in black) i was wearing when i went to auditon for that big "reality" teevee show about the fashion designers, that i’m not really allowed to chronicle because i signed a non-disclosure agreement. to make a long story short, a few years ago John Gulager (the winner of the last Project Greenlight contest/reality-series) recommended i go try out for this other "reality" series (and when an experienced contest winner like that suggests you do something similar, you don’t think about it, you just do it).

so i did, and i made it all the way to the last stage of the audition where you personally address the final deciding committee— it was a darkened daunting room with cameras and things and a bunch of intimidating producers and teevee personalities and former contestants and whatnot. i had my portfolio and three dresses just as required, but everybody in the room was a creepy jerkface (except for the one nice former contestant who was totally feelin my motorcycle gear), i am not even kidding. they were impatient with my portfolio and couldn’t care less about my dresses, but the one article of clothing they liked of all things, were my pants— one of the intimidating producer creeps exasperatedly asked me, "well, did you make your pants?"

i had to bite my tongue, i wanted to tell her "no they’re from Joyce Leslie, i got them for 24 bucks. you stupid tasteless bitch." but then i refrained, because i realized that kind of arrogant attitude was exactly what was going to land me a spot on the show, but being in that room with all those creepotoids made me really not want to experience another minute of that horror. and i was right, because a little while later somebody i know ended up on Top Chef, and she fucking hated it.

anyway. mhmmp, this is why i will never be rich.

 

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.

 

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