hit me with your best shot

i crashed a piñata party on tuesday night.

the cause for celebration was a medical website, and the piñata was kinda like a patient.

unlike any piñata i have ever seen, this piñata was made from a blow-up doll purchased on christopher street.

the blow-up doll's name was butch.





















this was also inside of butch.

can't buy me love

hey, remember the karim rashid veuve clicquot loveseat? i just discovered that it costs $10,000.

lick your lips as i soak my feet

track of the day: ghostface killah & amy winehouse -- you know i'm no good

also by amy winehouse: rehab, my fave.

a change will do you good.

this is a story about fear of change.




this is my favorite gel. my hair is curly. bouncy when it's at its best, fuzzy, frizzy and limp when at its worst. sometimes when i sleep on my curls they go - i kid you not - square. i rely on my beloved gel and buy it often, use it every day. i have been using it almost every day for the last - seven years? maybe more? recently i noticed that it had disappeared from shelves all over the city. duane reade downtown, duane reade uptown. rite aid. the ghetto weave place down the block. my heart pounded, my hair suffered. i started to panic.





this is what i found where lasting curls used to be. tightly wound? is that a joke? i am in no mood for puns. i need my hair back.

i bought it. i tried it. it worked. and it's maybe even better than lasting curls. i've got more bounce, less weight, more softness. i'm still not completely convinced; we've had some good weather this week. but i'm willing to try. and i think change can be good.

questions:

if i told you that i stood under these killer icicles in the subway station, praying that one would fall and stab me in the jugular or chest or somewhere fleshy so that i could sue the MTA and retire in seychelles, would you believe me?






if i told you that i had a disastrous photo shoot on friday the likes of which drove me to drink, would you judge me?




if i told you that my vegetarian/veterinarian sister bought a fur-covered helmet for around $18 (the price tag is still inside) at a thrift store in palm desert and gave it to me when we met up in vegas about 5 years ago but it hadn't been worn until workhorse discovered it in my apt and fell in love with it, would you think that was odd?






















if i told you that i was in charge of throwing a party and it turned out fairly well, pretty freaking fun actually, despite the fact that we blew up 3 out of 4 speakers, would you think that was a swell accomplishment?

too much too soon

too tired.

updates later.


track of the day: diamonique: boom bap

your new boyfriend(s)

guess what! you have a new boyfriend. his name is nick. enjoy!


oh? you're not feeling your new boyfriend? ok, take cole. he can be your boyfriend, too. play nice.

for previous boyfriends, click here.


{boyfriends via coacd}

take a seat, love

new york is a magical place because you can go to a party celebrating a chair. of course the chair is the clicquot loveseat and it's designed by karim rashid... so a party is a must.

the chair is, for lack of a better word, plastic. but it's pink!!! inspired by pink champagne. it's built for two, with a champagne bucket in the middle, so that you can gaze adoringly at your beloved while you sip the bubbly.

its softly rounded edges make it sensual, curvy, sleek, but someone in our posse thought it was "mcdonald's-ish."

whatever, bring on the champagne.












hey look! it's karim rashid! sitting in the chair he designed!

r.i.p

gabriel's return, originally uploaded by stoneth.

when i first saw a picture of gabriel from stoneth's faces of poverty, i thought he was beautiful, stunning, sad, visually arresting and blessed with great bone structure. going back and looking at old favorites i discovered that he shot himself in october. more sadness there than anyone could see. rest in peace.

bits and pieces, mittens and valium

i've fallen behind. somewhat. but i think i can just hit the lowlights, and move on.









reebok party at culture club. hosted by downtown julie brown, whom i used to love. they'd hired breakdancers and rollerskaters, but the best was this old dude who was totally grinding on julie. i was so shocked i couldn't take a picture.

julie brown still looks pretty hot, by the way. wubba wubba wubba.






later i had drinks at milano's, i've been going there a lot lately.

workhorse brought this guy i'd been in 8th grade with but could not remember. i felt bad. i felt even worse when i found out that he's married now. damnit.



later we met up with kingtee and ayana and this somali chick from sweden and had japanese fried and grilled crap on st. mark's at like 2am.

friday i was sick and missed the last ever dirty down @ lit. shiznit.

saturday i spent all day trying on bridesmaids dresses and watching my friend try on wedding dresses. i will spare you those pictures. after about 3 hours in a bridal store you're pretty much over ever seeing a floofy white dress again. i'm convinced that if i ever get married i'll just stop in bloomingdale's or H&M on my way to the rooftop photo studio and pick up something vaguely white and super cheap. i'm just not the vera wang kind of girl. it's all about the party anyway, am i right? oh... but i would like to wear a huge feathered headdress like a carnival dancer. hmm. this plan needs work. and a fiancé.



sunday i had dinner with the fam.



this is typical behavior for my sister.

{happy belated birthday, has!!!}


she's off to peru now, i'm hoping she brings me back mittens and valium. i lost the super warm llama hair mittens i bought in peru.

i need mittens. and valium.


if i ever have a punk rock band we're totally going to be called mittens and valium.

a merry old soul...

the evening started at the king cole bar in the st. regis hotel. the bloody mary was invented there.



i had one single solitary gin and tonic in the warm, wood-paneled lounge. on my way to the loo, i thought to myself, i love hotels. i want to live in a hotel. i want to get a small dog and live in a hotel. then i realized that i've wanted those things since i was five years old and read eloise. some desires never change.



we went to the bowery ballroom to see younglove, my new favorite. the crowd was energetic, dan keyes sounded great and we danced, danced, danced. he is so so dreamy. with his dance moves, and his floppy hair. i think i've posted it before, but please watch his video here. the whole CD is great, by the way.



did i mention he is super CUTE???

some of us took his posters off of the walls.

post-younglove cocktails at sweet & vicious.





i was home by midnight, i swear.