mis en bouteille au domaine

i had dinner with justin miller and vincent tajan a few nights ago at moto. we shared this BEAUTIFUL bottle of wine. isn't the etiquette the most beautiful etiquette for a wine bottle you've ever seen?

here is a better picture of it that i found via google

the wine itself was very good. although i am no wine connaisseur, i highly recommend it

ten shits we like, about korea

1) duhh...james!

he's the mean, lean, fighting machine with blood from seoul, and a soul out for blood.

2) kimbob

korean sushi. a little less raw, a lot more flavor! who needs a fuckin california roll?

3) kimchi

the most common banchan (side dish) of korean food, kimchi is tasty, healthy, and great for the digestive tract!

4) kim jong il....not!

stop throwing missiles at us with creepy victory songs!!!

5) kunjip

okay, so we really love korean food, but have you had it? it's amazing! everyone shares, the fish pancakes will kill you with satisfaction, and they keep bringing out side dishes like those unbearably cute pickled radishes. and it's in the heart of koreatown, which is like a slice of the homeland right here in nyc

6) margaret cho

she's mainly known as a comedian, but this woman really does everything. she directs, writes, has some clothing line, and supports gay rights. 잘 했어요!

7) alexandra nam

our other korean seoul sister and an amazing addition to the design community of new york. she's gone for a bit this summer, but her return will be celebrated, there's no doubt of that.

8) never forever

james loves this film about a woman who must seek another man's seed when her husband can't sire her child.


9) the words "chamgee" and "chogay"

you have to be korean or ask us what these words mean.

10) k-pop!




and remember, koreatown is just a walk, car, or train away at 34th bet 5th and 6th!


and and and! coco's on style.com.


안녕히 가세요!

so close, but so far

[img cred: style.com]


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.


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.

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.

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

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

it's all in me

shit i've eaten today: circus peanuts, $1 falafel, gummi bears, some raw mushrooms. and smmmoked some rrrreds.

ten shits we like, about summer in new york

1: seeing your friends on the street:
i've been seeing the lovely dana goldstein everywhere as the summer progresses and i couldn't be a happier clam about it. you see just about everyone strolling the streets because who wants to be inside, and no one has a job!

2: seeing famous people on the street:
dana is a legend and could arguably be a part of this category, but just this week we've run into julia restoin-roitfeld, heidi mount, ali michael, kirsten dunst, someone from that seventies show, georgia frost, and amy sedaris. someone told me they even saw barack obama. exciting???

3: exploring the city:
with free time and good weather comes the chance to go places you wouldn't normally go during the winter. times square for instance (where we posed with barbie at toys 'r' us, and nuts4nuts on the street), and prospect park (where i tried out some edgy new hairstyles)

4: street food!:
you are walking around all day, get famished, and need something now. your options are endless in the big apple, whether what you want is indeed an apple, some middle eastern pita sandwich fare, an ice cream cone, or the aforementioned sugary nuts from a cart, your stomach will be pleased. the newly established pizza truck in meatpacking helps to expand your options[nymag.com, grub street]

5: free shit:
there are free concerts (prospect park is doing a summer concert series!), free movies (thompkins square sometimes has a screen, so does bryant park), free drinks (if you party with harold kuhn, go to b.east on thursday before midnight, or know how to shoplift), free v magazine sometimes outside the v/visionaire offices, and free entertainment making fun of old bitches in tight pink dresses in the lower east side.

6: cheap shit:
if you do happen to have a smidgeon of cash, there are a plethora of things you can spend it on and make it last. $1 pizza on saint marks (duh), $7 student discount at village east cinema on tuesdays, $2.75 mini-flask of georgi vodka at the liquor store on delancy (about two drinks), $8 train ride to connecticuit, $4 breakfast at b&h dairy before 11 am, half price sushi at ennju after 7pm at ennju on 17th and broadway, and $0.99 circus peanuts at rite-aid!

6: menswear shows:
they start soon people! even though that means a big chunk of the city's hot boyz will be out of town, you can still see them wear pretty clothes.

7:thompkins square park:
ab-so-lute-ly-love-ly. and you can always find a naked homeless in the bathroom. who doesn't want a little edge with their leisure?

8: bruno!:
the raunchy german lands july 11th, and i'd better see everyone at the fucking theater! love your faah-shun.

9: it's hot!:
complain about muggy heat all you want, but it's better to be warm then freezing cold and attacked by ice falling from the sky... yes, really.

10: being able to go out...alot:
it kills us, yes, but the city feeds on it, so stay up late, move your bootie, and fuck like you've never heard of a sexually transmitted disease.



....and i still love chelsea lately