Showing posts with label alexander wang. Show all posts
Showing posts with label alexander wang. Show all posts

6.16.2009

so close, but so far

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it turned out that all of us were on the west side of the city last night, but we didn't know it until today. the evening started at around eleven when james, me, and a sizable mix of people we knew and people we didn't, attended a rooftop party of this girl named alex. coco was invited, but at that time she was planning on calling it an early night and hitting the sack. the rooftop party was fun, as champagne and pop tarts were served and we got a debut look at aaron's kindergarten inspired new 'do. also exciting was our new maryland hailing friend, jean, who we admit to having a girly-girl-gay crush on (below). we then went to le royale, where it was packed, sweaty, and loud.

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jean


meanwhile, coco was beckoned by her neighbor to go to the swanky as fuck jane ballroom for the cfda post-awards party (there was another on the highline hosted by calvin klein, but costa's parties seem like they'd be a little too clean to have any fun). kirsten dunst, daphne guinness, alexander wang, cynthia rowley, k.t. auleta, terrence koh, jessica stam, and other fashion folk reveled in the glory that was the awards show, and all got a good look at coco as her image was plastered across the screen representing proenza schouler for accessories designer of the year award. good job, girl.

we all eventually retired to our homes, are still alive, and hope for more summer fun.


6.13.2009

"i want to be more famous than god" -mary magdalene

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so it was raining today, but for it seems the moisture made the trees bloom with famous bitches. first came alexander wang this morning in the east village with his hot (assumed) boyfriend walking past saint marks. then, matt walker and i's trip to whole foods proved to be more like a trip to the met gala than a trip to the grocery store. terry richardson was picking up some produce, john cale of the velvet underground was upstairs sipping on a cup of joe, and helena christensen ran in, seeking refuge from the precipitation in her local l.e.s. organics provider as well. also spotted today by our friend at barney's co-op, alex johnson, was sucktastic "super" "model", gisele bundchen...no comment on that one.

and since rihanna was nowhere in sight, we can thank god above that someone made this video of her as a sim:



and can we all just agree how hot lil wayne is? james doesn't agree. jake does, holla weezy.



have mercy