LOST in HIPSTERVILLE, Brooklyn

10pm on a friday(?) night i arrived home from the city feeling exhausted.. i dont remember what i did that day (im sure it was bullshit and leisurely) . anyways and old friend *Iconica*(what we're calling her here) has finally rolled back into new york city after a long euro/southern usa excursion and was on her way to a roof party... i chugged a red bull zero sugar and a coors light and was out the door. the "party" in question was at a  brooklyn hipster building of lofts.. i had a shitty chat with some jean jacket girls who looked like college freshmen and made my way to the roof. obviously, the party fucking sucked. it was supposed to be a punk or noise show or something but was actually just a weird DJ who kept shouting at everyone and boring teenagers... 


 Miss Iconica was looking fab. here's her real nail/ glove/ ring combo. 


Mati road tripped up to New York with her .. lover? Lets call her *Jeanette*   . They look fantastic together. She left pretty quickly after I arrived ( good call) but i got this pic. 

 Balenciaga dress and a chain-link fence....

Louboutin "trash collection" purse. I die. 

..........we sat on the roof for about an hour catching up and watching the party dwindle. there was an announcement ordering us to all move to the after party about 20 minutes away but there was no fucking way we were doing that. some guy said he'd have 2 lines of crap coke waiting for us if we made it there but we had to pass on that once in a lifetime offer. I hit up my boyfriend *Kiss* who was at some "barbeque" not to far away. In NY there are constantly "barbeques" going on but i've yet to see any actual food at them. We ubered over to Kiss' friend's place. 

swag!
...gorg & chic...
...brooding.... 
complaining....
...swag!
...underdressed twins....
.lol...
...talking shit...
..extremely swag...
...cuteness..

...we had a cute time! I really like Kiss' friends , although i felt bad dragging Miss Iconica to a boy party. After an hour or two we jumped in a car and went back to mine where i forced her into a photoshoot in my new fur and then passed the fuck out on my floor.  bonne nuit!



Namaste. 











 

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  1. fgfgdOctober 15, 2020 at 10:44 PM

    the new fur is hot

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    1. MegOctober 18, 2020 at 7:52 PM

      thank you so much it was a gift! looks fab on everyone.,,, true story it was originally lady gagas yrs ago... thank u for reading and commenting ilyxxxxxx

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    2. fgfgdOctober 31, 2020 at 10:56 PM

      omg @ gaga and ofc! keen to see more

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