Tuesday, February 26th, 2008
On Saturday, March 8 I am having my first photo show in New York City. Here is the info for now; more is coming and an invitation is being created to be distributed later in the week. We’re keeping the guest list smallish, so pretty much only friends and family and their guests will be able to come. But even the guest list I have written on paper is already at 200+ names, and I’m posting this here now because I will of course forget to invite some people that I should. I want my friends to know about this well in advance:
Cameo: Portraits by Brad Walsh
A NYC premiere showing of the photographer’s most striking studio, celebrity, and nightlife portrait photographs, spanning work from 2005–2008.
With DJs The Misshapes and Jimmie D
Hosted by Christian Siriano (Project Runway)
Anna Rexia and Genevalentine
Drinks provided by Zygo Energy Vodka
Entrance to this event and [super awesome] gift bag reservation are dependent on advance RSVP.
Tuesday, February 12th, 2008
This morning on the news I heard a woman say that within the hour they’d be breaking a story about how “Miley Cyrus is a rebel!” They treated this upcoming story as if it were very important news that I needed to hear. A while back there were “scandalous” photos of her “naked with a female friend,” which of course turned out to be her in a pair of shorts at a sleepover just being a kid with some friends. You’d have to be looking at her (a fifteen year old) in a sexual way to imagine those photos as a lesbian encounter. So this morning on the news and now in entertainment headlines online, people are getting on her case about not wearing a seatbelt in the back seat of a car in her new movie. This is why she is a rebel and a bad influence and a whore and a shitface and a witch. Because she didn’t wear a seatbelt in a movie. World: just shut the fuck up. These are the same people who drove Britney Spears insane.
Monday, February 11th, 2008
“One of my students is totally the 19yo ghetto version of you”
“XAAAAAAANADUUUUUUUU”
“at AA”
“You suck at life. Ok.”
“Offer to punch his bonus card.”
“I HATE FASHION WEEK PARTIES!”
“just fuck chloe sevigny and get out of there”
“if New York is there you give that bitch a hug from me”
“omg r u watchin the puppy bowl on animalllll planet? the westie is totally kickin ass. omg this is da best.”
“wish i was at the club, exchanging sarcastic looks with you and appearing syndromey.”
“Yo, snap some sweet photos tonight, wish I was there to hide behind a strangers sweater vest”
“How do i get in? Do I was page 7 of the nyt around?”
“An old woman is open mouth chewing a Filet O Fish across from me and I want to jump in front of a bus.”
“I’m so crunk, yo.”
“Nakeddddddddd”
“I meant smores. And im in jersey. But if its at ur house ill bring weed.”
“Omg my cabby is yelling in a language i’ve never even heard!”
“Im drinking olde english and folding laundry. But i could put on lipstick and come meet you.”
“Give the beast a gummy and she’ll let you stay a while.”
“Here’s a real horror: bad, nearly forgotten sex-soaked 100 thread count egyptian cotton sheets waiting for me at her apt”
“I mean, i wish i were popular enough to have something better to do.”
“Im wearing henry holland and im fucking wasted and u are fucking sexy!”
“They put all sorts of stuff in Dries’s little butthole.”
“I met u at the rayban bar at sundance”
“Everyone is so lame.”
“How’d Christian do?!?!”
“did christian win?”
“Did Christian Win”
“tell me your boy won today”
“i hope xtian wins!”
“tell christian he deserves to win!”
