internships don't last forever. (some even end prematurely)
but here's a final post of posted and unposted pictures and memories.
voila....
hung out/saw/danced/attended parties hosted/thrown/dj-ed by these kids:
had a few of these. (and a few of these nights...)
mad publicity for the boss. and for adrian.
and for modeling in general.
obsessed over The Dress That Wouldn't Die (TDTWD)
obsessed over hot boys. some more deserving than others.
missed two opportunities to meet her. but created my own connection to her. shhhhh.
saw mindblowing concerts; who needs ecstasy when there's daft punk?
three amazing, famous and gorgeous in their own way, people.
my muse-kay krumbalina. stenciled in. big in japan.
MANY nights of chaos, flippancy, rouguishness, and pure debauchery.
met many a cool model. met many uncool models too.
sean read. my idol. troublemaker extrodinaire. damn you. love you.
this all culmulated to a photo in Vogue.
and yes, we win again.
THIS IS THE DAY
Well, you didn't wake up this morning because you didn't go to bed
You were watching the whites of your eyes turn red
The calendar on your wall is ticking the days off
You've been reading some old letters
You smile and think how much you've changed
All the money in the world couldn't buy back those days
You could've done anything If you'd wanted
And all your friends and family think that you're lucky
But the side of you they'll never see
Is when you're left alone with the memories
That hold your life together ... like glue
