Courtesy of Killer Giraffe
14.9.07
13.9.07
Rugby
I woke up naked in bed. I fixed myself oatmeal and listened to the news from my radio. I hung aroud the apartment, painted my nails cobalt blue and made a few calls on the phone. Around nine and a half I went to meet Killer Giraffe and Call Girl at their Fifth Avenue pied-a-terre. We threw water ballons at school children below. We faked other people's pain on love letters and sent them to strangers. We made new profecies: to shape our existance into lives we want to show off. So clearly, we started off with a classy dinner of thai food in lower manhattan. On our way to find other things to entertain ourselves we were ushered into an invitation-only Elle magazine party at Rugby, where we sipped gin and tonics and chatted it up with Nina Garcia. After a few pictures were snapped and a few drinks were finished, it became apparent we were ready to move on from that scene. We then ventured to the book signing of our dear friend who has recently earned great acclaim for his latest memoir, which happens to feature KG, CG, and me on the first page as a sort of 'dedication'. After that, we walked up a few blocks to Denhamm's studio where he was shooting Yvonne's newest spread in Vogue. Personally, I thought the background was a bit too loud for her high-waisted pencil skirt and lacey button-up ensemble, but I trust Denhamm's visions unconditionally. We then fooled around on the set for a little while. As we left the studio, Vlada was rushing in for her fitting, so a kiss to each cheak was our only exchange. At around that time, my purse began to ring, and when I finally dug my blackberry out of my new, aged-leather hand bag, I saw that Rex was calling. We stopped by his restaurant for his famous concoction of dark fudge and peanut butter. We gossipped for a while over dessert and cappuccino and by 3:30 we decided we had had quite a fulfilling night. After traipsing down Fifth for about 5 minutes my 3 inch heels were killing me, so we jumped in a cab. Upon arriving back at the apartment we passed out almost immediately. With a little beauty sleep and some moisturizer, we'll be ready for another adventure in about 15 hours.
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