booze and shoes

wednesday i spent approximately 18 minutes at a k-swiss party. it was just enough time to:


admire the view...


drink some champagne on the terrace...


admire the view some more...






check out the sneakers...




admire the space...


...and listen to tunes picked by "kid millionaire" aka steve aoki. brother of devon, son of rocky.

on the subway ride downtown, km and i swapped shades.


hmm.


hmm.


km had an appointment and i found myself tipsy and alone in union square, so i hung out with the skateboard kids for a while.




i met a kid named eric. he's leaving new york because "it's too commercial." apparently phoenix has a better music scene, a better art scene, fewer starbucks. but eric also wants to go to japan and study woodcut and printing techniques.


eric designed this tattoo himself.

track of the day: shuffle your feet - black rebel motorcycle club


i never thought I'd see it coming
i never thought I'd ever know
nothing seems to take me over
nothing seems to let me go

who knows if I'll see you again

i checked out of rehab and shaved my head.

so this weekend i checked out of rehab and shaved my head.
i mean, didn't we all?


but first....


friday i had a lovely dinner at chinatown brasserie...





the food - including dessert - was delicious. happy chinese new year!







stopped for a drink at milano's...





i always take my camera to the loo.







later we went to lit...





you can tell it's me hugging sb by the feather in my hair if you see the pictures over at dirtydown.


then km and i wandered the streets.





she hit the atm...




we went to esquina and then 151... lots of fun.




monday i went out to look for a new camera and accidentally bought new sneakers, whoops.





why yes, they do have a pedometer/stopwatch. thanks for noticing.



A.D.I.D.A.S. = All Day I Dream About Sneakers



god. they're so pretty.


song of the day - just for britney:

bald head - professor longhair

lookathere! she ain't got no hair!

urban cinderella

oh, adidas. how i adore you.

and this new ad tugs at my fairy-tale loving heartstrings:



the prince woos her with adidas. so sweet, so hot.

can't stop. won't stop.

can't stop. won't stop.

as previously blogged, i was at glass and stereo on wednesday night til the wee hours. below, the hijinks that ensued.

















thursday i went to a motorola party after work, at a great space called the xchange. finger food and drinks, plus a brand-new Q, which, while fancy and new fangled, is not as pretty or as small as my beloved pebl.








someone on 28th street has a freaking bungalow that faces the hudson river. does anyone know what this is? a photo studio? a home? i need info. and keys.



next up was the yo! mtv raps puma party at classic kicks. music was by the legendary evil dee and he really turned it out. if you loved old school hip-hop, you were in heaven. das efx, nice and smooth, odb, rakim, all the classics. i worship at the altar of evil dee. dancing in the sneaker store was one of the highlights of my summer. plus, they were giving out free fat laces!











the afterparty was at rewind, and we picked up the architect/interior design posse on the way. the architecture people were all wearing black.









somehow i got up at 6am the next day to meet my brother in bryant park for the pharrell/kanye mini concert for GMA. i wish i could say i wasn't one of the girls screaming or sighing everytime skateboard p spoke or took off his sunglasses or lifted his shirt. he's such a fox.









my brother and i overheard this conversation:

teenage girl on cell phone: i don't owe her two dollars! she didn't have to buy me no metrocard, i got my own metrocard! why she tryin to say i owe her money? i bought a snapple. that was a dollar fifty. no, in this neighborhood, a snapple is a dollar fifty. well i don't know but i know i don't owe her no two dollars. i only have five dollars and i am not giving her no two dollars.

i hope she had a friends and family plan, otherwise the call was costing her more than two dollars.

moving along.

king t also met me at bryant park. then we walked through times square, had breakfast at the edison and then a pedicure... all this before noon.











i also overheard this conversation near the sean jean store on 5th ave:

girl #1: why you always pointing out white boys to me?
girl #2: you said you liked justin timberlake types.
girl #1: the only thing that boy has in common with justin timberlake is skin color.

later i met my mom and sister for soho shopping and a graffiti tour of the lower east side.
to be honest, i'm exhausted just thinking about all this.









as always, more later.