January 2, 2011 A NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION
It all started when I was chatting with a few friends over brunch on New Year’s Eve day. The topic: What IS a resolution. The tension was thick as I insisted it would be based on the root word resolve which I thought meant to improve upon… but it is not. I was wrong…It is the root word but I was dead wrong on the meaning. DEAD WRONG.
December 31, 2010 Wishful Drinking
That in it’s self is enough to get my jaded and sedentary ass off the couch on a random Tuesday, and the good lord did shine his heavenly grace upon me on that fine night.
There we were, outside the entrance, chatting it up and smoking a cig, when who steps her elegant and athletic foot out of a black Jaguar but JANE FUCKING FONDA!!
I nearly fell over. I rarely get star struck but this star really whacked me across the face. A fitted leopard print blazer, fitted black slacks and a skinny little heal. The face… flawless…
Then of course Debbie Reynolds (MGM star and Carrie’s Mom) was looking magnificent and sparkling as ever. I am sure there were many many more celebs there but none that I could give a crap about. Not with those 2 legends milling about. No way!
December 30, 2010 Say HELLO to my little friends
November 14, 2010 My mother said to get things done you better not mess with Major Tom
Anyone who meets me more than once can tell you who I love and have loved for YEARS (I discovered him when I was 11) my long time love, my 1st love, David Bowie. I can honestly say “Hunky Dory” peppered with “The Rise and Fall Ziggy Stardust” saved my life for about 4 years straight (also known as high school). He is the one person who never lets me down. Reality is he is not a person. Well, let me elaborate on that… he of course IS a person, a human being with feelings and a life but all I know of him is his music. And this is how I love “him”… his music. I don’t know him personally although I have several friends who have toured, performed, dined and hung with him. I, however, had the opportunity to meet him but declined. I just knew he could never live up to the man I created from the sounds he created. My fantasy of this perfect being who always knew the right thing to say poetically, artfully, articulately, perfectly. He was always there when I needed him. Never judged me and seemingly was always in an equal amount of pain as I was. A poet expressing himself with the timber I felt into my bones. Which leads me to this…
I was at a party at the Chateau Marmont. A reading and book release for Cherry Vanilla’s “LICK ME” It was a fabulous party hosted by Bryan Rabin and Rufus Wainwright. (Rufus actually belted out 2 songs on the grand piano in the lounge which nearly smudged my eye liner).
I arrived and saddled up to the Dj area where Howie Pyro was spinning his usual mix of obscure and amazing. I told him I was going to do a lap to take it all in when he grabbed my arm and with eyes as wide as his turn-tables gasped “ANGIE BOWIE” I took a quick glance at the room and replied “plumage?” (there was a lady standing nearby with her back to me adorning a hat which to me looked like a dead bird dyed 5 shades of purple) “NO” he replied “silver shiny”
And silver shiny she was, still with her famous short hair dyed platinum and in a silver sequined dress I heard her voice booming over the music, cackling as she spun around the room or, more accurately, the back of the room. I attempted to meet her when Michael Schmitt was in her clutch but that clutch was tighter than a death grip and I couldn’t get either of them to pay attention. So I did another lap and when I returned saw Howie had caught her eye and the 2 of them were belly laughing and mumbling something about falling down (turns out Angie had spun Howie around and tripped on one of the low tables and the 2 of them tumbled on top of each other). I looked at her an announced “I want to meet Angie Bowie” To which she replied “You’re FOXY” engulfed me in silver sequins then released me as if we never met. This picture is taken immediately after our embrace, and, she has NO idea I am hanging around her neck… she was already tracking on her next focus. Hilarious. And EXACTLY why I never want to meet David Bowie.
October 25, 2010 I am breaking up with jeans: A Dear John letter
I find my hands are heavy as my heart while I write these words. I am sorry, but I can no longer go on with you. We have had seemingly endless bliss at times but for now I just can’t. I need to explore other fabrics and silhouettes. Dresses and slacks need an equal chance. Leggings and tights… I am not trying to rub your nose in this but, we both know it is for the best. I wish you all the greatest things this world has to offer. For now we must separate. Someday , down the road, we might find our paths cross again. But for now this is adieu.
October 22, 2010 Backstage DIOR
October 20, 2010 Prada.. gaw head.. make a me drooooooooool
October 6, 2010 Accessories … drooooollllll…
My latest obsession…. IPAD… gazing back at that word I regret it is in all “caps” since I was crusading against this igadget purely on it’s vulgar name alone. But, now I am a convert and and like most converts a devotee. Fascinated with it and whipping it out for the lamest of reasons… what’s my name? Oh hold on I have an ipad… let me check. Paper or plastic? Wait… let me get my IPAD there has GOT to be an app for that.
As I fumble through my 1st weeks as a virgin ipad owner I have split my infatuation into accessories. Yes that’s correct. Since it seems fashion is just as consumed as I am. With fashion apps galore and now all the big labels are designing ipad cases. WWWHHHAAATTT!!!!??? Yes. And, here is the one I must have, must have, must have…