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Photograph of Christian Cota (chatting with me) by Ellen Warfield…

I recently mentioned that I was asked to work on a project for Full Frontal Fashion which involved a handful of designers (Chris Benz, Christian Cota, Cushnie et Ochs, Erin Fetherston, Lyn Devon, Robert Geller, Sachin and Babi, Shipley & Halmos, Thread Social, and Vena Cava). The series, which follows the designers from their initial sketches to the runway, is called Catwalk Countdown.

On the eve of Fashion Week, at the launch party on the 18th floor of the Standard Hotel, an editor congratulated me on being part of the project and in the same breath asked if working with the designers was an absolute nightmare. Surprisingly, it wasn’t in the slightest. I really enjoyed meeting each of them. In fact, my only complaint is that we didn’t get free clothes have more time between the final visits and the launch.

A photograph of yours truly wandering around Lyford Cay on New Year’s Eve… Happy New Year!

SantaCon is tomorrow, which means you have roughly 15 hours to go buy your disguise costume…

Krystal Simpson just posted this photo of us on her blog. It’s an oldie (but goodie) of us taking turns making each other laugh during this show back in September.

Last night I joined forces with one of New York City’s Most Eligible Bachelors (Andrew Bevan) and headed to Guest of a Guest’s celebration at Bar 675. Despite having to dodge the 840283 reality shows that were being shot and other feigned socialite drama, the evening was a lot of fun. Post party, a handful of us went to wreak havoc on Soho House… Smoochie boochie photo of us by JT White.

Last night I swung by Black & White to eat countless tiny cupcakes from Baked By Melissa and wish Mallory Blaire a very happy coming of age. When I left, Mallory was standing on a banquette, holding a drink in one hand with a slice of pizza in the other and screaming Phoenix lyrics in between bites. I’m pretty sure that’s exactly how everyone should celebrate their 21st… This photo of us torturing Mallory at Paper Magazine’s 25th Anniversary was taken by Nicky Digital.

A moment of reflection…

Whenever I see a rainbow, I always think of my first bike - which had a Rainbow Brite theme and was given to me by “Santa”… For those of you that had an empty childhood are unfamiliar with Rainbow Brite, her primary method of transportation was a rainbow-maned horse named Starlight. Starlight could fly. I assumed that if I went fast enough on my bike it might also be able to fly.

One afternoon, while my mom was making dinner, I decided to see just how fast that little bike could go. I walked it to one end of the driveway and peddled furiously to the other. Much to my surprise the bike did fly - albeit right off the end of my driveway, down the hill and into the nearest tree. Luckily, I was wearing a helmet. Unluckily, the helmet did not have a face gaurd. According to my mother, by the time I got inside the blood from my wounds had mixed with my tears and my entire face was bloody. She initially assumed that I had been hit by a car.

The funniest part of the story is the fact that, throughout the accident and many of the months following, my bike still had training wheels on it. My father managed to fix the bike, but the training wheels never fully recovered - whenever one touched the pavement, the other would teeter several inches above the ground. In hindsight, I assume they were left off balance to encourage me to learn to ride without them. Instead, I happily rode around the neighborhood with the wounded wheels in all of my fat-lipped glory.

Ahoy Assholes! Last night Rachelle Hruska (Guest of a Guest) and Ricky Van Veen (College Humor) threw a Yacht Rock party in the penthouse of the Hotel on Rivington. The invitation read “Come dressed like an asshole on a yacht. If you’re already an asshole come dressed like you’re on a yacht.” Considering that most of my favorite people in this city are assholes, the theme wasn’t much of a reach. In honor of it, I even resurrected my favorite hooker red lipstick. As usual, my favorite costumes of the evening involved life preservers and other inflatable devices. However, much to my dismay, I did not see anyone donning a banana hammock Speedo or snorkel gear and flippers… Photo by JT White.

GPOYW - This photo of me was taken while riding in the back of a convertible last summer. If you’ve ever had long hair and tried to take a photo on a windy day you probably know what a daunting task it can be. This one was essentially a lucky mistake. Anyway, the decision to post this was inspired by inflatable dolls a combination of the Hair Storm and a discussion that I had about Polaroids yesterday.

For those reminiscing about taking Polaroids, you may want to check out Poladroid (if you haven’t already). It’s an application that lets you create high resolution Polaroids from your digital photos. Enjoy.

GPOYW hatever happened to that hat… In a moment of typical jackassery many many Tuesdays ago, somewhere between Guest of a Guest’s holiday party at Bungalow 8 and drunkenly frolicking to Rose Bar in the rain, I lost my favorite red hat. It’s not especially attractive, well made or valuable, but some good memories have taken place while I was wearing it. If you have it please throw it away let me know. Luckily, I’ve also since lost my dignity that hilarious hooker red lipstick to the nearest trashcan.

I have no idea where this photo was taken but my mother claims I was really sick at the time. That fever obviously didn’t stop me from slapping on a shit-eating grin and creating yet another priceless childhood memory…

During this weekend last year, approximately 30 of us decided to pack up and head to Las Vegas to celebrate my best friend’s little sister’s 21st birthday. Although it wasn’t my first trip to Sin City, it was certainly one of the more memorable ones…

I found this photo while looking for an old Swiss-inspired poster in my archives. It was taken about 4 years ago while I was hopping around some rocks in Lausanne, Switzerland. I was young, in love and thrilled to be spending a few weeks exploring a foreign city (filled with incredible design). I didn’t have a care in the world… The blue Adidas shorts in the photo were handed down to me by a friend’s mother. I still wear them. This concludes my (excessively) nostalgic rant.

Every morning I dread putting in my contacts just a little bit more… Lasik, please.