true love

asshole generation (ou faire l'amour jusqu'à épuisement peut-être)

so, whoever's suggestion it was to interrupt the week with a sonic boom, bravo to you. i'll start at the beginning.

first came the five location art show called joy ride that was bike themed. artists churned out pieces involving two wheeled, leg powered transport, and while the puffin room some galleries sucked, others were thought provoking. collective hardware put on a great show, and featured one of my favorite pieces in the entire shebang, which was a large scale drawing and used bikes as a vehicle for trepidation and failure. i really wish i knew the artists name or the name of the piece, but by that time they had already started serving their delicious punch/cucumber/vodka thing and it didn't occur to me to jot it down.

we also got to peek at our girl dana goldstein's stuff at 186 orchard street, and it was a great little curation of her bike-related photos.





after that, however, things get stuffed in a blender and turned on high speed. first we walked into white slab palace and got a shot of whiskey for free, and walked out without being there for more than thirty seconds. we then took the subway to the broad street ballroom for a pool party/extravaganza, and really took advantage of the architecture in the j train.





once we got to broad and beaver (yep, those are the real cross streets, broad beaver), we skipped the line and went right in to the mad house that was the dos equis party. we winded through the huge crowd and made our way downstairs to the pool area. james and dana were the only ones planning on swimming, but the pool looked so enticing that coco, emily, and i stripped down to our skivvies as well and dove in without hesitation. we were crafty and stole all the glowsticks from the bottom of the pool. it was the most epic thing yet to come out of the summer.




after that we got turned away from the show's afterparty at lit, stopped by dana's house to play with the aforementioned glow sticks, and then james and i high tailed it to b.east for one last romp. we ended up littering the floor with glow sticks, getting a talking to by the manager, and raising some real hell with someone who bumped into me. all in all, thursday should be declared a holiday.

i only wish i were a pool boy,

the best things in life are free, like bloody mary's with breakfast. it's genius until you're drunk at three...actually, it's still kind of genius. coco, james, and i all had brunch at schillers then met up with dana dawg g-steeze, who provided us with a lot of fun in the sun walking around her hood and trying on sunglasses.

then we went to a bbq at this awesome apartment, met up with matt, and decided to head to meatpacking for a pool party at the gansevoort hotel...or so we thought. they decided to get all beatrice on us and tell us we couldn't come in because it was three guys and two girls. shouldn't door guys have gotten the memo that that kind of attitude is so over? (even though it has never been cool, it's definitely time for it to stop.) and it's the middle of the fucking day, dude, you're not impressing anybody in the broad sunlight.

anyway, it wasn't a total waste. we took our pissed off asses to the piers and cooled off before heading our separate ways (creative/irreconcilable differences). chilled for a little bit at home, and while pulling images for this blog,came across the little (literally) ditty you're about to see from the-penis-website.com. warning, you may want to burn out your corneas before you scroll down.




it's a little tiny weeny!!!!! eeewww, that's not a weeny. not a legitimate one anyway.


moving on, i really like the new ad campaigns i've seen coming out. people are finally using models in them and not celebrities.

[img cred: thefashionspot]

i hated that marc jacobs collection, but natasha vojnovic's crazy ass looks mad good in the campaign. also using models are gucci, armani, prada, miu miu, dolce, givenchy, chloe, ect. however, celebs are inevitable, and madonna returns to vuitton (which i actually like), and connelly comes back for balenciaga (meh...i like her, but she's whatever in ads). hopefully the combo of this, and money crunches forcing magazines to put fashion models on the covers of fashion magazines (doutzen for bazaar subscriber, it's a start), will mark the downfall of obsession with nothing celebrities who've done nothing, and put more attention on hot models...who've done nothing.


i think that's it for tonight, but before i go, i have to remind you of two things. hunter parrish from weeds is hot (check out casperfan.blogspot.com for a full-montier shot like the one in the collage above), and gaga likes mini movies. i hope i didn't scar you with the non-penis.

dana goldstein

"i'm so happy right now, i wanna vomit."

"gayzju"