Well, Are You?
Wednesday we had lunch after his Marc Jacobs go-see.
Friday I sent a bad text message to the former.
Saturday I found my hand on someone’s back.
Sunday the dog bit me.
Cameron has crabs.

He and Adrian may very well have been waitstaff-slash-entertainment fresh over from Capitale down the block.

Party faces before the book photographer arrived:




Geneva and I muddled our way in the back of a cab from Cameron’s to MisShapes,
where Janelle and I ate cupcakes and/or drank the blood of a 12 year old.


Geneva’s refrigerator is covered with photo booth pictures,

and Janelle, like Geraldo, only asks the serious questions.




















2 Comments to Well, Are You?
by nicole - yeah that one
On February 1, 2007 at 4:12 pm
3rd picture down – guy in tux
looks very christian bale from american physco esque
by janelle
On February 5, 2007 at 4:40 pm
are YOU a fat piece of garbage?
I’m surely not after 4 1/2 days of NO sleep, NO food (with the exception of a handful of mixed greens that I looked like a rabbit eating), and fainting on Saturday afternoon… now I’m proper skinny. ugh.. fashion week is going to be the death of me