Monday, December 24, 2007

number 26 christmas eve


i am going to go backwards, because the end of the day was way better than the beginning. i was like, if no one is going to come out with me tonight and do some thing that feels like proper new york, then i am going to walk around town in my ghost busters tshirt and hum the ghost busters song. well i had takers on the christmas eve adventures...

we are drinking tea and about to open presents. i have just finished exploding chestnuts firstly in the oven, and then all over the house. we went and watched hannah and her sisters (ps, i am now officially getting the perm i always wanted, and i have 10 new ways to wear my belts). before that we went on a horse carriage ride through central park, and tried to witch up snow...but none has fallen yet. before that, i walked home from some basement where i answer the phone for $10 per hour. glamourous...hell no.

Friday, December 21, 2007

number 25 high octane pizza


so last night we developed levels of pizza...ranging from low octane to high octane. i love plain pizza, and really there weren't a lot of choices at 3am last night. but we did manage to cover levels low, medium and high in the 3 choices we made.

low octane is low level flavour pretty plain with maybe 1 or 2 toppings and not too salty - eg white cheese pizza, then depending on the flavour they go up a level.

anyway delicious

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

number 24 the point

sweet violet who i used to live with showed me this beautiful animation, complete with dance moves and singing...it is narrated by ringo star, with really lovely songs by harry nilsson...i wish i could post all of this song

number 23 muppets

Thursday, December 13, 2007

number 22 1001 arabian nights








the witch and i braved the cold weather to be the most fun people on the 56th floor of a new york building for the marc jacobs holiday party. held in the rainbow room, the view was amazing, the dance floor revolved and there was more than enough boob and ass to put oxford st to shame come february...

i filled my bag with millions of gold chocolate coins (which got accidentally eaten by pantera the dog today and sent him crazy), someone stole my uzi, marc jacobs was a camel toe, and there was grey grey goose by the bucket loads.

Sunday, December 9, 2007

number 21 baby cakes


i love this place. i like the filter coffee, and i always eat the banana bread...but today we ate some of this delicious apple thing.

hello - y.u.m

baby cakes
248 broome street nyc

number 20 i want candy


and cake and everything nice. 2 of my party that caused a terrible hangover ate this cake last night, but i didn't. i made some stupid comment about eating is cheating, which they thought was really funny.

so...i got through yesterday's hangover by pretending that i was going to do all my christmas shopping and buy 2 birthday presents, instead...i ate raspberry's, purchased a lanvin coat with a removable lining for $70, and spent way too many minutes thinking about what kind of drink would make me feel better.

Thursday, December 6, 2007

number 19 trust fun shop


creaters of petit mal magazine, but now they have a pretty little girl helping them out making t's, and scarves.
buy now before they all go...love, sweat and tears gone into these little ones...

www.trust-fun.com/shop

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

number 18 you want dancing

dancer number 1...
kimberly isaac moyes lafayette new york city october 31 06

number 17 second snow


Tuesday, December 4, 2007

number 16 photo booth christmas party



ZZ Top's christmas party had a photo booth. We tried channelling Egypt...but it didn't really work. She knows all the places to go. We had delicious fresh orange juice from Passerby...monday night.

Sunday, December 2, 2007

number 15 can't buy me love


i loved this movie...the ending when they ride on the ride on mower and the song comes on. and...i had a massive crush on patrick dempsey.

i also love haters (see comment..number 5 flash no flash). especially ones who have time to comment on outfits, premature aging and having fun. a long time ago i stupidly let some girl from a japanese magazine take my photo in london and hence the phrase 'turban clown' came to fruition. since then, i vowed to get rid of the clown and only wear boring outfits...i know we can dance pretty silly, so i only have myself to blame for this...sorry hater, the dancing won't ever stop.

and so, as a curious human, i can't help but want to know the hater...hmm, enemies...don't really have any, the witch doesn't really have any either. one night about a year ago we did dance pretty silly and i did have a pretty big pair of pants on in a night club in shitty la...maybe it was from this night, maybe not??? money could never buy me love, but it did buy me a really nice new pair of miu miu boots yesterday!

number 14 first snow

Sunday, November 25, 2007

number 13 home tats # 1 ...shit happens peter rabbit style


maybe he doesn't look like billy idol anymore, i wouldn't know because he never responds to any of my messages. he used to turn up at my house at 4am being all, 'i don't have anywhere to stay' and i would be like, hurry the fuck up and call out when you are outside. well, he grew up fast, got a home made tattoo saying 'shit happens', the rest is history...

mad saki loves him and he is one of the most cheeky, witty people i know...i have a few good memories with him, one in particular is david hockney meets elton john, with nolan in a silver jacket. neither of them would let any of the 15 people that crowded the tiny tokyo hotel room sit on my bed. one of the funniest and sweetest things ever...

Friday, November 23, 2007

number 12 gig...white williams


channeling happy mondays on stage is one way to win over fans...complete with dancer the night i saw them supporting battles.

route to palm sounds a bit like oh yoko, a little bit surf rock casio...i like the small amount i heard. more bedroom made music, but this is cute.

http://myspace.com/whitewilliams

number 11 letter press guy



i found this lovely guy in some market in brooklyn who does letter press.

number 10 vinyl...lio



you can see why i like her...french, 80's, a song about banana splits...hot

number 9 shopping...#6


one good place to shop...

pretty good vintage, and when i was in there today, terry richardson's girlfriend was eyeing off everything i was trying on...

number 6
6 Centre Market Place
New York, NY, 10013
www.no6store.com

number 8 candle in the wind lady thai style


one way to get noticed by the proenza boys...

we decide to venture out after massive amounts of thanks giving food and delicious apple hot toddy...so we are at the beatrice inn, my friend au and i are talking. as i turn around to see how handsome the proenza schouler boys are in real life, and then watch as heath ledger falls over, i am stunned when i see that au is on fire.

seriously on fire, blue flames and all. the whole back of his jacket blazing, caused by sitting way too close to the candle...the guy next to me is yelling 'STOP DROP AND ROLL DUDE!!!!' i am yelling au, 'take it off, take it off'. this big bouncer comes and grabs au, and the jacket, rips it off, and stomps on it...'is that your new jacket?', i ask, nup, pauses, and is all 'hmm deconstructive now'.

the whole of the bottom room start clapping, as i can't help but laugh hysterically...being like, hey nice way to get noticed au, and fucking almost kill us all.

well, it worked. as he is lined up to go to the bathroom, and one proenza starts talking to him, within the blink of one of my little green eyelids, they slip into the bathroom together. he sure knows the moves.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

number 7 birthdaze


guaranteed fun when you are with this young man. Dan Single...he's done most of it all already, a 10 billion dollar clothing label, a record label, restaurants, night clubs, shops, baby, wife, bently, and some funny tat's...now he is turning 30, with no doubt, one of the more memorable parties going to happen on the weekend.

have fun crazy friends...happy birthday dan

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

number 6 gig...final fantasy


was the best gig that i have seen in ages...just him singing and a violin with a loop pedal

http://www.myspace.com/ffinalffantasy

when he did a 4th encore, and the last being fantasy by mariah carey, and as he said, 'i wrote this song'...not only were all the hot gays going i want to marry him, but i was like, god..if only...so so good

number 5 flash or no flash???

so this is her, she can sing, she can dance, and she likes to witch it up...and she has just told me her wonderful plan for her christmas presents, for herself....she likes to spend all day in bed and moves to the couch to make sure her back doesn't hurt too much, as she reckons if you stay in bed too much it makes your back hurt. a famous la trash bag came to her house and made out with her dog, then stole her clothes...fucking funny shit

and...she likes the flash on...always. i beg to differ...flash off please


number 4 hell yes


this sign is for you mary...i love the fact that we thought it was going to be amazing when taylor square was being rebuilt, believing were going to win the proposal with a rainbow bridge going from the court house to gilligans..winning over south sydney council with some claus oldenburg number

hell yes...next time

number 3 cheap thrills, sauerkraut and russian slang


one way to get high on a budget...

so there are deep crevices and a few pot holes in the table that resides in a particular bathroom of one fun place to dance on a tuesday night..maybe the scraps were margarita's, maybe they were theodora's, or maybe just some random who wants to be someone. anyway, it got me high i am ashamed to say...double nolan, you would be proud of me...

it is nearing 3.45am, the witch is hungry, we go to 9th and 2nd for dumplings and sauerkraut...the witch wont stop singing some aleisha keys song and some random girl starts to massage her, because she is now emitting something that chicks are sexually attracted to. i send my russian model friend a message telling him what i have just done tonight, because there is a hot boy that reminds me of him sitting next to this 100 year old man at the counter. he sends a message straight back saying 'tell him kuck-dill-la', so i do it....'kuck-dill-la hot stuff', he just looks at me blankly...

cheap thrills, sauerkraut and russian slang. the night ends once again.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

number 2 birth of monsters

halloween started with it being my birthday and a new city, where things are taken quite seriously. having experienced the festivities last year, ending up totally high and walking out of mother fucker with make up running down my face and my friends kim and stevie being all...it's your birthday you can't...things took a turn for the better this year.

i didn't realise that the days leading up to the 31st meant dressing up also. as i walked into lit, this guy yells out to me 'who do you think i am', and i am like 'STEVE URWIN!!', and he was like, 'NO IDIOT! Indiana Jones', then seeing E.T in a basket on the front of a bmx, and daft punk, we were like, hmm, there is more to this than sluts and dracula... 

by 9pm and deadlines of parties nearing, and not one costume in sight, the sleepy one who only drinks absinthe, remembered the suitcase in the corner possibly contained more than just nothing. come to life, a horse, jenny kee, an indian, a giant rabbit, some sort of asian clockwork orange thing and a random in a black bob wig!

neck face opening aside, meeting up with owen wilson, complete with as he put it, 'wrist vagina's' and a few others, we make our way to the v party. i get left with owen, who can't be assed sitting in the traffic, so we go to home sweet home...my drink is spiked and as i stumble out, with owen's last words being, 'don't get raped honey', and i am like i am fine, and then fall flat on my face...hello safe


long and short, i miss the v party, and the horse spending the rest of the night on the stage at the box...

happy birthday scruffy

number 1

i don't even care if you think what i did came from fun and will be here to update you on the fun and games that come out of one small house containing a:
witch
a sleeper
a director
and a scruff

the contents will change and so will the names...