this is the day

last night=nylon party at home sweet home-->paper party for JD Fergeson at R Bar-->happy ending.

the girls of the night. actual fluorescent adolescents.


nylon's tracy and jaredddddd. aka 'spacey tracey' and 'thats rad' aka 'knockoff jackson' and well, i have yet to nickname jared.


more examples of florescent things.


the scene at home sweet home. alot of kids slightly slightly younger than me who seemed pretty smug at getting in and/or wearing their oversized hoodies and trucker-ish hats. ugh.


quick stop at r bar for jd's partyy

mickey and jd=love. separately. together. whenever. wherever.


jd's work flashing on the screen. i think he's cognizant of how awesomely fun his job is.


some of the crowd at rrrrrrr



some of the less than steller men at the party. ergo at the table off to the size. burned.


you photograph me, i photograph you. so there.


gorgeous gorgeous people.


seen/heard
-derek blasberg being informed of my infamy. ach.
-COACDgiving byrdie bell the casting card
-michael musto on the phone
-sophia lamar (with a brilllllliant outfit) air kissing a guy. (i get a genuine hug and kiss)

Happy Ending---

eric choses his preference.


late night on a roof. again. such fun. i despretely want wade's jeans.

and more nights like this one.

field trip

yesterdayyy--hung out at designer Patrik Rzepski's office during a model fitting.

lots and lots of ideas for dressup popped up


l'inspiration, thinspiration, artspiration, etc


adrian the gorgeoussss beauty.


standing still and looking beautiful. thats basically what i watched him do. not hard to do on my part. pretty easy on adrian's part too.


patrik, his amazing puff diddy shirt, and the photographer.



i understand the beauty and postmodernism of this shirt covered in perfectly aligned, metal outlined holes....but that said i just wanted to poke adrian thru them. and success was achieved.


more beauty.


adrian having epic fun during clothing changes.


and i LOVE that this is just another day-at-the-office for Patrik.


merci for the visit, patrik! x

work it out

yesterday=alexander wang's resort wear show in soho.

we had to walk through a gym to get to the showroom. awkward for the poor sweaty man who had to watch loads of made-up fashionable people sashay by him.


right before it got really, really crowded and i was no longer able to find a good angle to capture it.


slightly witty. and no, she's doesn't.


when i was dragged to places by my parents when i was younger, i had to walk around and be with them. this kid is mad comfy and mad cute. envious.


kay realizing alexander wang (who is an adorable sweetheart) is behind her.


clothesssssssssss


models refusing to look at my camera for the shot. thanks. tres helpful.


the yellow color was basically american apparel's fluorescent yellow color. as info.


seen/heard
-socialite rankers valentine and olga chatting quietly to themselves.

exposing themselves behind their blog. what an idea.

surf it scroll it pose it click it

a handful of things i'm obsessed with.

1. mark hunter's jeremy scott loves tsubi shirt he wore to darkroom yesterday. (which by the way was funnn and kudos to the DJ who played "time warp" to a bunch of drunk hipsters at 3am)


evidence of darkroom dissoluteness and EXTREME irony of balancing the one item guaranteed to make you unbalanced....


2. these new shirts(/buy a size large and they become a dress and a disproportionate outfit. woo)
they're ridiculously comfy and i want to spread the word about them.
http://eeshirtay.com/eeshirtayblack.html
click contact to buy. they're $36.


as We Are Scientists sing, "go for it, yeah, go for it, yeah-ahhhhhh"

word.

not going to change till i want to

yesterdayyyy

at internship: my new favorite model came in. veronika from DNA. completely stunning. i want to play with her hair desperately. she was also unperturbed by my camera being a punk-ass-bitch and taking forever to take a picture.


after work---playdate at photog JD Ferguson's casa.
did you have all access backstage photography rights at the Chanel f/w 07/08 show? no? he did.

jd with his vices. coffee. cigs. sunglasses. pink.


jd is a stone fox. and a huge penchant for getting his own photo taken.


"badass bitch/ i'm rated x"

you are, JD, you are.
(hope you have called you-know-who by now.....)

get your rocks off

last night=nylon magazine party at irving plaza->the backroom

yes, myspace=a place for friends, the co-representative of tonight. that said, a VIP pass was needed to access half of irving plaza.


darla baker: who is young and single and gorgeous and is unaware of someone's massive, massive crush on her. next time, "mystery guy", i WILL shove you over the wall to make you go talk to her....


knockoff jackson was there too. looking slightly more girly but nevertheless jacksony
still weird. still. really. weird.


sophia lamar and her bow. as she described it, "i'm ready to sit back, drink, have no one bother me, and watch the music"


cutest dressed girl from last night. adorable dress. epic hair.


faran and the real jackson. faran massages the kinks and stresses of being so phlegmatic and hip out of him. well done faran. (ps: headband=god)


the music scene: 3 bands performing:
bloody social! whilst i prefer them in smaller venues (aka milk studios crackden)
(april 11th entry),
its probably better publicity wise to play to a larger group of people sometimes.....

jamie rocking out.....


a french girl group called the plasticines performed after. the sound system was shitty, and they were all singing in french so unless you were their number one fan, no one could understand what they were singing and loads of people lost interest in the concert for awhile.


nick (from the virgins) trying to figure out with his friend what they're singing....

but neither her, the other friends, nor Wade know. tragic. they headed off to sweet paradise after the show.

THEN a sole johnny borrell from Razorlight comes to stage, accompanied by his own soul choir (?!) and the audience ambles back in, aware that johnny is really really ridiculously good looking.


my new favvvvvvvv steve aoki. brilliant old school, vh1-i-love-the-90s dance tunes.


afterrrr Dazed & Confused party at the Back Room. misshapes djing....
1. i was fully under the impression that the Back Room was literally a back room housed somewhere in irving plaza. ergo, i was slightly nonplussed traveling TO the backroom in a cab until i realized, woop, such a place exists elsewhere....
2. The Back Room serves crudite and plates of food. it was mad winsome and mad lush.


and the brits would be proud that everyone drank lots and lots of "tea" *cough*


jefferson hack watching over his soiree.....


jefferson and ben cho in their suave, so-easy-to-look-cool-because-i'm-not-trying-its-just-natural dispositions.


afterrrrr, me and jefferson just hung out and chatted. we scribbled down poems and short stories on notepads, had a mini water fight, and drew the shapes of our hands. and after putting on his sunglasses for a joke, he gave them to me. souvenir for the future social excursions.

its pretty effulgent out there.....any sort of invulnerability is helpful.
social darwinism: only the strong survive.

we love almost everybody

last night=Preen party at the Soho Grand

aka where the decorations were eaten, canopies make lame cover from the rain, and people can have their own knockoffs......



the fashion show was screened on a massive wall on repeat. so every 8 minutes or so, coco rocha's scary-eyed pout was revealed. ugh.


sean from The Agency! he was with two male models.
me, taylor and charlotte schmoozed. they chatted back.
we smiled, they winked
we waved bye, the models sent kisses our way.
status: boys are unoriginal


phil "the milkmaid" oh from streetpeeper. epic shirt, phil....


ignoring the unsophisticated juvenile hand gesture of one, and the bashfulness of the other, there is some serious touseled hair in this photo.


le designer kenzo minami. in his own words, "its hard to convince people you're not a gay skinny asian hipster" that said, i heart him and his shirts.


this is how hair should always look. perfect. it merits my new favorite word: pulchritudinous (beautiful)


more long luscious hair attached to a very fine and foxy guy.


oh wait....thats jackson.....
oh wait.....no its not....
oh wait....thats really terribly effing weird.


too much recklessness causes the drinks to spill.


and we're all uninterested and apathetic toward the camera sometimes

though some more than others....

she'll never take you to giddy stratospheres

a weekend consisting of: annex, the loft, misshapes, an AWESOME concert, the box, darkroom, sway.

best. lineup. ever.

seen/heard
-ryan mcginley texting on his phone
-dash snow hiding his beer to the side of the stage
-greg k and agyness deyn dancing in the crowd

i have a girl crush on the lead singer of the long blondes. as did half the audience as well. huge number of "I LOVE YOU!"'s were heard throughout their set.


the virginnnnssss; who are adorable and fit and good. their new teeshirts are slightly house-of-holland-y but its permissible.


misshapes was epicccccc this week. gareth pugh DJed (speaking of HoH: UGH GARETH PUGH). representative quote of the night: "this house is a circus, berzerk as fuck"


sunday=Paper magazine party at The Box where Rufas Wainwright performed and where the giftbag included (among other delightful goodies, spearmint melon gum. woot)
the incredibly shrouded club.


rufas making the eyes of many teary


he described this song as perfect for "gay margaritaville" epicc


faranista and her amazing-skirts-are-the-new-dresses outfit


lots and lots of hotness and glitz.


romance isn't dead. the white rapper isn't dead. ghetto fab isn't dead. its very much alive and very much the NEW combination.
....that rose is dead though; lame fake flower.


oh famine....so hot right now.


the most amazing article of clothing. adorable hoody with little ears on the hood. bernard wilhelm is geniussssssss


downstairs in darkroom there are loads of messages scribbled on the wall.
this was my fav.
(harry potter-esq!)

good 4 tune.
word.

lets do it real good

last night=sophia lamar's birthday bash at darkroom....

ridiculously crowded, both inside and out.

sophia posing with her bday invite.
note: whilst we must EXIT quietly, there is no notification or admonition that we must ENTER quietly. and hells yes we were all rowdy and boisterous. (that is, after we were admitted to the club by the very very very very big bouncers)


max is intellectual.
and posing.
meet your new crush #1011


ian knows he's hot shit. and thus knows it comes with the territory that other people will be jealous/envious and will THUS want to satirize/ridicule him. i love you, ian.


everyone knows something no one else knows. and everyone shares the secrets. welcome to high school, part deux.


easy enough caption: this guy was hot. i wanted to photograph him and show off his hotness. thats all.


6 "hipsters" (interpret THAT as you will) 1 cake. not too bad.


number of bikes in this photo: 3
bikes are the new black.


we're all impish little minxes every so often.

and its good fun.

no sleep, just singing

last night=crazy wild fun at Darkroom.
special guest hosts=the loft kids (who equal awesome amazingness)

kay is not one of the loft kids because she does three-quarters picture shot when its clearly a profile shot. duh.


romina is mickey mouse.


the black and white coordination of nouveau and bart (and of this entire photo)


physical evidence of how good the music was......
and of how drunk this girl got........


the intergalactic coolness of how the DJ equipment looks sans flash


people dancing/a hipster showing how fat he used to be. dayum.


late nights make early mornings on a roof...


and sunrises are epic.


...too bad this guy missed it

...you can't do everything...

publicity

My friend at V asked me to post this.
I HEART Henry Holland and I HEART V.
so i have no qualms posting this.

Limited Edish House of Holland Ts for V Magazine
http://vmagazine.com/purchase.php



and one of my own, now that I did the favor:

GIVE ME A CROWN
JACOB BROWN