PARTY GIRL MATH+VODKA CLEANSE+LIGHTING MY HAIR ON FIRE.
ex 1. stripper heel timbs PLUS benzos at le after party PLUS soundcloud rappers EQUALZ scraped up bloody knees at 7am on a sidewalk somewhere in brooklyn. (2019)
ex 2. five inch platforms PLUS dive bar till last call EQUALZ barfing in le bathroom and banned for life. (2018)
ex 3. champagne picnic in central park PLUS times square liquor store PLUS dirty drugs from an east village bouncer EQUALZ ambulance on avenue a. (2020)
Here are some equations I solved in le past few weekz:
1. chattering on loads of molly all night MULTIPLIED BY one thousand ciggies EQUALZ no voice for dayz.
2. letting moi hold le coat check ticket TO LE POWER OF running up a bar tab EQUALZ i lose le ticket and they don't wanna give moi my fur coat back.
3. Sitting moi on your bed PLUS red wine at 6am EQUALZ i just destroyed your expensive bedspread.
..Following, peepz? Then try putting this one together:
-I'm on vodka cleanse in le midst of a breakup bender. I lean over over le bar to order another effing drink. There are little tiny candles on le counter. My hair is long. I'm wearing a fur coat that has a least half a drink spilled on it.
VODKA CLEANSE. PLUS HAIR. PLUS. FUR. PLUS OPEN FLAMEZ. EQUALZ I BURNT MY EFFING HAIR OFF.
e equalz m c squared motherefferz. You wouldn't belieeeve le smell that took over le bar, My friend that workz there says that we aren't allowed back but I dont think it'll be a perma ban. Oh! I also burned some of my fur coat off. Somehow le moment was captured on camera.
FYI (and because i have a hunch my effing parents read this shit) I'm not totally spinning out. Le hair burn waz le worst of le chaos by far and it waz more funny than dark,. And everyone knows youre SUPPOSED to burn shit when you break up af! I know its usually love letterz or photoz but I like to collage that shit onto my wallz! And when le hair burnt I did feel some form of cathartic release! My shoulderz legit have less weight on them! Maybe it was meant to be. Im a spiritual person.
I've stayed sommmewhat true to last blogs plan of not being a complete nightmare, broken hearted mess. At least I haven't had any public melt downz , which for moi is a huge accomplishment. Thingz are def a bit... rocky between le ex and I.. im not really a lover to friends or friends to level type of bitch. And I've been loving being alone and doing whatever le fuck i want. whatz really effed is that I haven't had time for retail therapy... and FYI RETAIL STORES: whyyyyyyyy are clothing stores open during le DAY only????? I have work! im. on. set. Stores should be open in le later afternoon and early to late evening so chic peepz can hem and haw over ballet flatz without being rushed. If i ever open a clothing store it wont have offical hourz to add an element of eccentric/vague exclusivity... but anyone thatz anyone will know to come between 4pm and 1am.
I did get some mega mega MEGA vintage t-shirts from my amaze friend Kahlo, who graciously dug through his high school hipster swag to find theze:
Dont you effing die? most moi shit ever. Le two meg moods:
HOLLY GO LIGHTLY OF LE LOWER EAST SIDE
and YOKO ONO/ALEXA CHUNG COSPLAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
More good newz: Le ex stopped making weapons or at least posting them on Instagram!!! But even if he iz still making them: dont freak. its not like he'd actually ever kill moi. And he's been in LA anywayz. obvi I haven't been doing anything remotely LA. thats just not my style. In fact, I've barely left downtown on le east side all fall/winter.
I'm getting a little but sick of all le party pic blogs i've done the past few monthz. But i actually think I may have covid (anyone whos anyone in new york does right now). So this could be le last one for a sec. I'd imagine I'll be spending a lot more dayz like today: sitting in my bed in a night gown, drinking a 40 oz off half an addy, vaping like mad, and being a writer girl. So let moi know in le commentz what long form shit you'd like to read. Stories? Q and A's? Certain kindz of fashion tipz? City gossip? Stew on it while you scroll my amaze chic baller ass pics from le past week or twoooo:
after tahar was escorted out, vip style, I did le kiss- lip liner move. PLZ DONT CALL OR TEXT MOI. itz not my real effing number.
Fraser and Perla kept it a touch classier:
Couldnt tell you who le young one iz, but the older guys an east village staple. he makez siiiick art so if you ever see him deffo buy it:
she quit le next day. im serious. But we are still friendz!! Luv u destiny! And look how pretty Ava is:
no one cried, no one got in a fight... so we really held it together if you ask moi. BLow through a few more dayz and im at ANOTHER BAR VERY LATE AT NIGHT. i meet a surfer dude with swag:
He kind of looks like iggy pop. le next day i rewear that exact outfit:
But i change le coat and add LITAS just cuz:
And i have lovely sushi din. Few dayz after that and GUESS what? im head back to le same mf sushi spot in soho!!! old habits peepz! it was much colder this time and I dressed accordingly:
tragically, le occasion for sushi waz fraser's farewell dinner. His trip had come to an end. I really effing miss him living on my couch. Post sake and salmon, we headed back to le bar for a third mothereeefffffing time like that week to send him off. a fab crowd showed:
blablabla i sleep i work i sleep i work i sleep i work blablablaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....i say i wont go out Friday, but after a fitting endz with booze, i change my mind. Miss Iconic is hosting a party at her art deco pad:
i make it home relatively early work blablablasleepbla again... i wear my gold leggingz like 6 dayz in a row. On le night i meet Mika aka trustfundgoth for a drink and to give her a copy of le interview mag story she modelled for moi for... i slip on my pizza dress
she lookz sad but i swear she luvz the pic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! we catch uppies and run into Alexandra who i barely know and maybe had never even met in person until this night but i make her model:
Le next day i meet up with my intellectual friendz aka some of my only friendz who have graduated college to work on our semi secret project:
we work for like 15 hourz. we are technically in le stu and im sort of acting so i drink all mf day. i start with shit bloody maryz but by 1am im swigging from a bottle.