GBH Tribeca Grand party = lame

Quite possibly the most disappointing Saturday night - what a waste of make up.
The set up was weird. There was technically no "door." The tables were so awkwardly arranged. The sound system was only in the back half of the room. (Not that I wanted to hear the first dj "spin") No one was dancing. And the people were all douchebags. Seriously. People did not respect space, grabbed strangers bottles, trashed the women's bathroom, jumping from banisters, and stood there with a general sense of entitlement to them. So obnoxious. (Especially some Michael Cera look-alike in a gray cardigan. Who wears a GRAY CARDIGAN to a nightclub??)
I looked around the room and wondered why EVERYONE LOOKED THE SAME! It was so stupid! All these kids are trying to be unique and they all dress the same! Black-rimmed glasses, flannel, leggings - it's like they have a recipe or formula. Oh well, like the 80's, it will pass.

So Saturday sucked, however Sunday & Monday were WONDERFUL. Anniversary time with my baby. :) So I guess you win some and lose some. However my anniversary was more important so I'm glad that was lovely.

God I really hope that they change things around for next Saturday... they better.

Dan Flavin = yes

I absolutely love lighting... I think it's why I wanna do nightclub design....

Fashion Week Madness!

Well lots of news...
I of course hit up The Monarch Monday party at Le Royale during Fashion Week and was not disappointed. I feel like they could make a movie about that night. It went from moderately full to slam packed in an instant. The bottles were non-stop (as usual) and lots of craziness ensued. Most of the people came from Greenhouse (as it sucks. Nobody likes the crappy bands Scott Hockens books.) so it became full of dewchebags.

There was a fight in the dj booth and people were stealing shit and/or demanding alcohol & drugs from complete strangers all night. What's with the sense of entitlement?

Some guy tried to pull me towards him by my thumb right behind my boyfriend's back! Good thing he didn't see, or else he would've punched him.

Some other industry people came by, said a quick hello, and proceeded to bitch about dumb shit. All these guys walk around thinking they're shit don't stink, and yet they whine like little girls. It really proves how this business is just full of Peter Pans. This isn't real life. It's not a REAL job. You're NOT actually important.

Anyway, on to a great weekend! I'm looking forward to Saturday at the Tribeca Grand however I'm NOT looking forward to the "guest dj." This person isn't really a DJ and is probably the fakest ever. Were they dropped on their head as a child or do they work hard to be that retarded? I don't even want thoughts of them infiltrating my brain. Enough talk about her.

Sunday is a special celebration for me & my hubby. It's our anniversary. :) I CAN'T WAIT. Finally some real special alone time with him.

I got Psych class tomorrow and then on to the weekend!


I leave you with generally what happens by the end of the night...

Deadbolt = yes

I came across this song through a friend like two years ago. It got me hooked on the band "Deadbolt." They play some really voodoo psychobilly. I enjoy. Their music will definitely be in one of my films. I'm already inspired. It's very Tarantino.




Also I woke up to a winter wonderland outside my window. While it's pretty to look at, I'm annoyed with snow now. It's cold, which makes it hard for weekend outfits. But alas, I must deal.

Another week...

So after a fun Friday night I went home Saturday evening. While I admit I was getting a bit homesick, I really missed spending the weekend with my love like I usually do.
MUSH ALERT: I love him so very much, he's a second home to me. I love being with him when it's just me and him. Especially when we go to his parents house and just eat & veg. The city (especially the nightlife industry) can create a lot of unnecessary tension.... but I digress.

So I think the girl with the dyke hair is my math class is actually a lezbot. She kept staring at me today. I couldn't take a picture with my phone because she was sitting to the side of me. I couldn't exactly be like "hi, can I take a picture of that monstrosity on your head so I can ridicule it? thanks."

I started my new Topics in Contemporary Art class. And... I'm smarter than the teacher. Just the first day and already I kind of stumped him. I tried to discuss comparing Dadaism to Pop Art and if it could be related. He didn't agree because "Dadaism was made to shock, and the Pop Art was made to please." Psh. Way to package it in a little box dude. I think it's a smidge more complicated than that. But whatever, this is what I get for screwing up at SVA and having to fix my transcript by going to community college. I'll be outta there soon.

Pop Art: Andy Warhol
Dadaism: Marcel DuChamp

It's almost friday!

So I got one more class tonite at 7 and then on to the weekend!
Been planning an outfit for friday, so watch out! Here's a clip by my good friend Merlin Bronques that gets me in the mood. (plus I'm in it)




and this:

This made me cackle

This commercial was just DYING to be parodied. Surprised SNL didn't jump on it. They did a funny parody of that creepy "My 5" AT&T commercial.

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