what you resist will persist

when life is stable and steady it can be nice yet dull. when life is a roller coaster twisting and turning and looping around, it can be exciting, but accompanied by dizziness and nausea.

we all have our patterns.

some things persist.

i was reading the interview with Michael Alig from earlier this year and thinking, wow, the things i've seen. growing up in new york in the 80s and 90s. i love my friends, love them, but they're mostly new to my life… no one can even understand what it was like, really. it's impossible to even describe. making out with some dude from humanities at marc ballroom, seeing andy warhol at the flea market on columbus avenue, shopping at patricia field on 8th street, seeing terence trent d'arby at the world when you're underage and there's mystery liquid dripping from the ceiling. the koch years, the dinkins years. cbgb, limelight, the tunnel, sticky mike's frog bar, club usa and a whole bunch of other places that don't exist any more… my homes away from home. palladium is an NYU dorm now, the amazing pool hall on that block, Julian's? long gone. Trader Joe's moved in. but it used to be a city of gritty hide outs, nooks and crannies. more mixing, more diversity. most nights out, you were likely to see a drag queen, russell simmons or both. free booze at outlaw parties, making friends with weed dealers in the meadow, $2 whiskey sours at howard johnson's in times square. no one remembers. i remember.

but we all have our patterns.

we all have scenes that get replayed. sometimes the characters are the same but the backdrop is different, sometimes the characters are new, the setting is new, but the words are the same. the things you try and run away from follow you. what you resist will persist. there are only 36 plots in the world.

my pattern, my go-to scene, the monologue i have memorized, the clip that will always, always make it into the director's cut is this: i want more. i always want more. bigger better faster richer farther hotter. and, all praises due to the voodoo priestes: happier. happier. and i can't stop won't stop, even though i'm exhausted and everyone's gone.

completely unrelated: pomade has officially made a comeback. i thought it was just the boys in my little galaxy, but it's definitely a thing. dudes doing dax daily. it looks good, i'll give 'em that. but damn if it doesn't stain a girl's pillowcase. ask yourself this, ladies: is it worth it?

dreaming is free, real estate is expen$ive

friday night i had drinks at the plaza, where i haven't been in a million years, even though as a child i wanted to live there, like eloise, and my highschool prom was held there. on the way home i walked by gainsborough studios.

there are certain nyc buildings with which i am obsessed. gainsborough studios, located at 222 central park south, is one of them.


built in 1905, the top of the building has colored moravian tiles on the façade, a bust of landscape artist thomas gainsborough above the entryway as well as an "allegorical frieze" depicting people involved in the arts.



according to nyc architecture the building has "only 34 apartments, most with spectacular, double-height living rooms facing north towards Central Park."

candice bergen used to live there, and her apartment was on the cover of architectural digest in june of 1979… which, I believe, may have been the month and year i moved to nyc as a kid.



the images from that 1979 issue of AD happen to be online, and holy mother of manhattan is that some real estate porn. jesus chrysler building.









even though the style is a of the era, the windows! the staircase . THE VIEW.

click to enlarge and/or wet your pants.

incidentally, candice bergen now lives in los angeles. but her daughter, chloe malle, lives in new york. and if you look closely at the windows behind her this vanity fair profile from january of this year it is fairly obvious that she lives in gainsborough studios.



interestingly enough, chloe malle is a writer with a real estate column in the observer. real estate!

bringing the outside in

i would love to frame some of my photographs

and

wouldn't it be cool to bring some of the outside in?

some people would choose grassy landscapes or mountains

i think i'd want pix of my neighborhood:









yes? no?

while you were out

first week at the new job was busy busy busy.

thursday i celebrated iPhone love with tsuyoshi, stood outside of an arty party in soho.









friday i stayed in and watched a gregg araki movie - splendor - god i love this film.







the weather was perfect on saturday.



maria, veronica and kelly picked me up in a cab and we headed to brooklyn.





party @ supreme trading in williamsburg!















cheeseburger played.



i have a snippet of video:



cheeseburger needs more beer.

also: r2 needs more french fries.

transformed!

the weekend started tuesday night.
transformers at the "imax" theater.
i need to talk to a manager.
okay fine.
i am rooting for megatron even though i know he never wins.
you have courgae but not a lot of speed.
best movie ever?

-last night i dreamed of robots
-they're everywhere!
-in disguise.

you won't believe the things i've seen

snapshots. worth a couple of thousand words, i hope.


stoney smurf.

yes i found him in a toy store. for children.




some cuckoo for cocoa puffs illiterate religious graffiti seen down the block from my house.


the east river, the williamsburg bridge and williamsburg, brooklyn - plus water traffic.


the front of mike's t-shirt.


the back of mike's t-shirt.


cute couple i saw near central park. pedicabs win.


the window displays at bergdorf are electric right now.








the line and general chaos at the 5th avenue apple store - iPhone phever!



my incredibly foxy dentist.


this is what he uses to make my gums throb. i just try to mentally project myself into a hammock in fiji.










party on the roof of the gramcery park hotel, what what.


track of the day: things i've seen - spooks