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...