I have been too busy to blog lately, but Im all over it soon dudes. Thanks for the inquiries.
Also, since you guys are assholes and only want to see pictures of famous people and partying like EVERYONE else's blogs, I will accomodate your requests. Its cheap, but the market has spoken. Stars, sluts and fake fun coming soon...
I love you.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Obligatory chick entry: Fashion Week
Its that time of year again, when tall people fly in from all over the world and decorate our taxis, restaurants and lofts with some eye candy. Thank you to the Slavic Nations and Baltic States for having SO many hot chicks. This is the week when all of the hysterical fags (love you boysss!) and LA trashion invades our quiet little town to check out what the Big Jews are up to (Marc, Ralph, Calvin, Donna and Diane). But after 12 seasons of enjoying all of the productions, parties, free food and champagne, models n bottles... I have to say that I think I'm over it.
HOWEVER to avoid being generic and jumping on the bandwagon of runway critiques and the Holier Than Thou hating that occurs on all the New York blogs this week, I'm going to opt to say I enjoyed the shows and parties I went to. First time I've missed Marc Jacobs though, and I have to say I'm pretty bummed about that. I heard he had a fake party for whoevs this season and the real party was a private dinner. Way to do it right MJ! I got to go to one of those private smorgasbords for Yohji Yamamoto last year with Noreen at Stanton Social. It was one big "yes please!" Also caught the tail end of a pretty glamorous dinner Tues night... if you're into celebs, hot guys, art, and a mini-show by the Bellmer Dolls nobigdealsies.
Highlights this season were McQueen's new line at The Bowery Hotel, that magazine party at The Box, and Ben Cho's show for the simple fact that he put good old fashioned Northern Californian GEODES on his dresses. And that RULES. Plus, Ben is America's Sweetheart and the darling of the Lower East Side. Have you met the guy? He's a riff factory. Its kind of amazing.
Anyways, instead of showing you guys all the people and parties I encountered this week (you can get a good idea of what it was like on Patrick, Cory Kennedy, and Mark's sites), I'm going to hook you up with my favorite Fashion Week pictures of all: PARIS! And honestly, once you've been to Fashion Week in Paris, you realize why they look at New York fashion week like we're the drunk chick at the end of the bar talking about her ex-boyfriend. They look at us the same way we look at LA Fashion Week: like an obnoxious, over-the-top Juicy Couture mom, eating Fro-Yo, sipping Diet Coke, wearing a thong. Sorry LA, don't be bitts. No disrespect to my 3 C's from LA: Camille, Cory, and Cassie who were rolling deep last week. Those three chicks are DUDE MAGNETS btw.
Wait... one more thing before I deliver the goods (pics). The Deitch "Art" Parade is actually a Post-Burning Man Group Hug disguised as a walking art show filled with neon-clad trannies in Creepers and people who think wearing complimentary colors are more important than showering. Not recommended. Moving along...
These pics are from Paris Fashion Week. Click them to make them bigger.
I saw tons of people I knew in Paris! Joseph from Seven New York, my favorite store ever EVER. Better than Opening Ceremony (sorry Umberto)
Ben Cho (sooo kidding)
Leo and Mirabelle!
Josh from Surface2Air took me to the BEST Italian restaurant I've ever been to in my life in the 17th arr. Josh has the best taste and shoes of anyone I know. He was buying for Bblessing and got to go see the Raf Simons show. Je suis tres jalouse Monsieur Safalow!
Fumi was visiting from Sweden/NY/Tokyo wherever the hell she lives now.
Bernhard Wilhelm, my fave designer (wearing the racist sweatshirt). Did you know he's Jeremy Scott's ex? That's like rainbows and unicorns getting married.
As many shows are, it was inside the Palais Du Tokyo. I was staying directly across the street in the 22nd Arrondisement. In a penthouse! That means clear view, no roofs to cockblock my gorgeous view of the Eiffel Tower. It was a seven minute walk across the Seine and it looked so close, like I could reach out and touch it. Dreamy!
Even though its okay to have racist Moorish inspirations for your collection in Paris, I still feel bad that I think this presentation is beautiful and I'd rock that hoodie if I was a dude.
Look! Its Steve Lee from Marc Jacobs! By the way, I've never wanted to molest a young model in real life until I saw this guy. He's so perfect in person, the guy had dewdrops on his skin. Also, not gay. Tres Bien!
Don't you want to smoke this? He's like a human blunt.
I will make another posting about Paris this weekend maybe. Right now I'm going to dinner with my bestie Jen Baca who I used to work with at Diane Von Furstenberg. She got promoted and now gets to go to amazing places like Dubai, Istanbul, Moscow, Lebanon, Tokyo and Azerbaijan on an expense account. Oh, and every country in Europe. Then I'm off to Heather Lawless' bachelorette party. I hope there's not a stripper like we had at Emily's. We'll probably swap tampers and ogle each other's jewelry. So sexist!
HOWEVER to avoid being generic and jumping on the bandwagon of runway critiques and the Holier Than Thou hating that occurs on all the New York blogs this week, I'm going to opt to say I enjoyed the shows and parties I went to. First time I've missed Marc Jacobs though, and I have to say I'm pretty bummed about that. I heard he had a fake party for whoevs this season and the real party was a private dinner. Way to do it right MJ! I got to go to one of those private smorgasbords for Yohji Yamamoto last year with Noreen at Stanton Social. It was one big "yes please!" Also caught the tail end of a pretty glamorous dinner Tues night... if you're into celebs, hot guys, art, and a mini-show by the Bellmer Dolls nobigdealsies.
Highlights this season were McQueen's new line at The Bowery Hotel, that magazine party at The Box, and Ben Cho's show for the simple fact that he put good old fashioned Northern Californian GEODES on his dresses. And that RULES. Plus, Ben is America's Sweetheart and the darling of the Lower East Side. Have you met the guy? He's a riff factory. Its kind of amazing.
Anyways, instead of showing you guys all the people and parties I encountered this week (you can get a good idea of what it was like on Patrick, Cory Kennedy, and Mark's sites), I'm going to hook you up with my favorite Fashion Week pictures of all: PARIS! And honestly, once you've been to Fashion Week in Paris, you realize why they look at New York fashion week like we're the drunk chick at the end of the bar talking about her ex-boyfriend. They look at us the same way we look at LA Fashion Week: like an obnoxious, over-the-top Juicy Couture mom, eating Fro-Yo, sipping Diet Coke, wearing a thong. Sorry LA, don't be bitts. No disrespect to my 3 C's from LA: Camille, Cory, and Cassie who were rolling deep last week. Those three chicks are DUDE MAGNETS btw.
Wait... one more thing before I deliver the goods (pics). The Deitch "Art" Parade is actually a Post-Burning Man Group Hug disguised as a walking art show filled with neon-clad trannies in Creepers and people who think wearing complimentary colors are more important than showering. Not recommended. Moving along...
These pics are from Paris Fashion Week. Click them to make them bigger.
I saw tons of people I knew in Paris! Joseph from Seven New York, my favorite store ever EVER. Better than Opening Ceremony (sorry Umberto)
Ben Cho (sooo kidding)
Leo and Mirabelle!
Josh from Surface2Air took me to the BEST Italian restaurant I've ever been to in my life in the 17th arr. Josh has the best taste and shoes of anyone I know. He was buying for Bblessing and got to go see the Raf Simons show. Je suis tres jalouse Monsieur Safalow!
Fumi was visiting from Sweden/NY/Tokyo wherever the hell she lives now. 
Bernhard Wilhelm, my fave designer (wearing the racist sweatshirt). Did you know he's Jeremy Scott's ex? That's like rainbows and unicorns getting married. 
As many shows are, it was inside the Palais Du Tokyo. I was staying directly across the street in the 22nd Arrondisement. In a penthouse! That means clear view, no roofs to cockblock my gorgeous view of the Eiffel Tower. It was a seven minute walk across the Seine and it looked so close, like I could reach out and touch it. Dreamy!
Even though its okay to have racist Moorish inspirations for your collection in Paris, I still feel bad that I think this presentation is beautiful and I'd rock that hoodie if I was a dude.
Look! Its Steve Lee from Marc Jacobs! By the way, I've never wanted to molest a young model in real life until I saw this guy. He's so perfect in person, the guy had dewdrops on his skin. Also, not gay. Tres Bien!
Don't you want to smoke this? He's like a human blunt.I will make another posting about Paris this weekend maybe. Right now I'm going to dinner with my bestie Jen Baca who I used to work with at Diane Von Furstenberg. She got promoted and now gets to go to amazing places like Dubai, Istanbul, Moscow, Lebanon, Tokyo and Azerbaijan on an expense account. Oh, and every country in Europe. Then I'm off to Heather Lawless' bachelorette party. I hope there's not a stripper like we had at Emily's. We'll probably swap tampers and ogle each other's jewelry. So sexist!
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Things my friends say
"The moist panties are festering in a damp, clammy hamper" - most disgusting sentence in the English language brought to you by Carrie Imbermann, Justin Gallaher and myself.Honorable mention: "This ointment smells like warm oysters"
"I got squared in the pussy" Megan, referring to the Williamsburg Bridge pothole situation while bike-riding (ew)
THE VIRGINS:
"I have to shit so bad I'm gonna puke" -Wade, in the tour van
(At TGIFs) "Blech, what'd they steam this broccoli with, dog breathe?" -Nick
Nick, looking at my (extremely cute!!!) baby pictures on MySpace:
- Everyone thinks they’re a good kisser and they were an adorable baby. But baby we can’t shine all the time. Now send that pic back to Count Nosferatu's Website of Nature’s Curiosities and Shameful Secrets.
- Look at that thing for Christ’s sake... that kid would make PT Barnum puke.
- You look like your parents boiled you by accident and then propped you up on the couch so the neighbors wouldn’t get suspicious.
- You look like something the cat dug out of the dumpster and dragged home then the kids beg to keep you and you end up murdering the entire family b/c as it turns out you’re satans’ goblin child.
DONNY MILLER:
"I love this station... they really play the hits of today"
Donny was completely non-challant btw and kept talking. Meanwhile I'm pissing myself laughing. Hits of today? Um, ookkeeyyy dad. Donny probably also enjoys YYY's "concerts" at the Bowery, he loves how "hip" the kids are dressing on that Snakeoftheweb.com site and he thinks that American Apparel is really rude. He probably doesn't understand what all the hullabaloo about neon is, because he was wearing it in the 80's. Back then neon was for surfers and skaters, not all these little rush-sniffing hooligans with their foppy haircuts and dance music. Music today isn't music, its a bunch of computers. When I was a kid...
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MY BFF JUSTIN:
"We're gonna do so much TGIFing!"
(IM convo)
J: man there's this multi-generational gaggle of women outside my door from infants to grandmas gabbing it up about pregnancy... those chicks need to bail"
ME: just go out there and be like "Why don't you take your cackling henfest and move it into the kitchen where you belong?" or how about "Why don't you plug up some of those pieholes you cows"
J: maaan that would land me in diversity training at corporate...
"Let's make a line of baby tees that say things like "Fuck you Premies! Good Luck!"
"Which would you rather: be attacked by a nest of flying scorps or a dog with a scorpion tail?"
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"How about these reparations? I have a white slave from Connecticut" - Derrick Beckles, "The Black Guy" from Vice TV talking about his intern.
Me: "I have to call in sick to work today. What should I say?"
DC: "Tell them you got raped"
Me: "But what about when I show up the next day?"
DC: "Tell them you walked it off"
"Me Chinese, me make joke, me make pee pee in your Coke" - Daniel, my Chinese friend. Sorry, but its funny.
"Just tell everyone 'I f--ked that band so long ago my immune system already conquered the STD they had'" - Gavin McInnes, on what girls should say to guys who call them groupies
More on the way boys!
Monday, September 10, 2007
Bro, You Are a God Among Bros
You know you're one of my top bros, bro, because you got my back. And I got yours. You're my bro. But you went above and beyond the other night, bromaldehyde. You really did. Saving me that seat at the Velvet Revolver show, even though all those other bros were trying to get up front, bro? So clutch.
You are truly a god among bros.
Just when I think you're as solid as a bro can get, you raise the very definition of brodom to new heights. You're like a brogle, soaring to the farthest reaches of the atbrosphere. Seriously. If it weren't for you and your extreme brobility to hook a bro up when it is most croosh, I'd have been stuck in some bitch-ass seat, cramped all in the corner with a bunch of bitch-asses, bro. But you stepped up. You brovercame all obstacles to help a bro out. This is the kind of shit that makes bros for life.
Brody, I was so stoked when you told Gina to go eat a fat one after she asked if she could have your other ticket, even though you knew you could probably get a pretty deese HJ from her.
You are the king of all bros. Brotankhamen. You are the Ayatollah Bromeini. You are Broseidon, lord of the brocean.
But this is just one of many times you've fallen on a grenade for me, brozo. Who was the only Bromo sapien on the planet to tell me he thought the brand-new rims on my F-350 were the shit even though everyone else was all, like, fucking not that excited about them? Bro, you know it was you. You're my broheim supremo, bro, and don't you ever forget it.
I'm so fucking glad we're bros, bro!
I've long admired your absolute broficiency in all things bro-related, and the way you've always carried yourself in a brofessional manner. I consider you a brole model. When I was new in this town, you took me under your wing and showed me the bropes. And I will always preesh that. Not only did you school me in proper brotocol, but you were a spiritual leader, a confidant, and, more importantly, a bro. You taught me how to be true to my inner bro and to bros around me. You are a real bro. Not a fake bro, like those other douches. I hate fake bros, bro. Faux breaux. Fuck that. No, really, bro…you're practically a bro-ther to me.
Look at you, blasting in like Rambro and firing off your launcher like nobrody's business, bro. Serious Brotosaurus Rex action. Brodius Maximus.
In fact, your brotitude is so brossential that, in many ways, you are the ultimate brototype: You sprung out of the brotean ooze at the very broment of creation, unformed, unmolded, and became the ultimate bro, more powerful than any who came brofore. I don't fear your power, bro, but I respect it. And I will always brobey it.
Brosemite Sam. Potassium Bromide. Brobi Wan Kenobi. Brover Norquist.
Like Broseph Stalin, you are leading the way to the dictatorship of the broletariate. It is truly revbrolutionary. Like the Bro v. Wade of our generation. You brobliterate the enemy from the very peak of Mt. Brolympus. That's some shit. That's brolific. But that's the kind of bro you are.
You are the epitome of bro, in every brossible way, and that's the Bro's honest truth, bro. I may have a bropensity for broverstatement, but this no mere hyperbrole: You are 100 brocent, absbrolutely the broest. Brotally.
I wish I had the words to describe what a good friend you are, dude
From The Onion, your bible.
You are truly a god among bros.
Just when I think you're as solid as a bro can get, you raise the very definition of brodom to new heights. You're like a brogle, soaring to the farthest reaches of the atbrosphere. Seriously. If it weren't for you and your extreme brobility to hook a bro up when it is most croosh, I'd have been stuck in some bitch-ass seat, cramped all in the corner with a bunch of bitch-asses, bro. But you stepped up. You brovercame all obstacles to help a bro out. This is the kind of shit that makes bros for life.
Brody, I was so stoked when you told Gina to go eat a fat one after she asked if she could have your other ticket, even though you knew you could probably get a pretty deese HJ from her.
You are the king of all bros. Brotankhamen. You are the Ayatollah Bromeini. You are Broseidon, lord of the brocean.
But this is just one of many times you've fallen on a grenade for me, brozo. Who was the only Bromo sapien on the planet to tell me he thought the brand-new rims on my F-350 were the shit even though everyone else was all, like, fucking not that excited about them? Bro, you know it was you. You're my broheim supremo, bro, and don't you ever forget it.
I'm so fucking glad we're bros, bro!
I've long admired your absolute broficiency in all things bro-related, and the way you've always carried yourself in a brofessional manner. I consider you a brole model. When I was new in this town, you took me under your wing and showed me the bropes. And I will always preesh that. Not only did you school me in proper brotocol, but you were a spiritual leader, a confidant, and, more importantly, a bro. You taught me how to be true to my inner bro and to bros around me. You are a real bro. Not a fake bro, like those other douches. I hate fake bros, bro. Faux breaux. Fuck that. No, really, bro…you're practically a bro-ther to me.
Look at you, blasting in like Rambro and firing off your launcher like nobrody's business, bro. Serious Brotosaurus Rex action. Brodius Maximus.
In fact, your brotitude is so brossential that, in many ways, you are the ultimate brototype: You sprung out of the brotean ooze at the very broment of creation, unformed, unmolded, and became the ultimate bro, more powerful than any who came brofore. I don't fear your power, bro, but I respect it. And I will always brobey it.
Brosemite Sam. Potassium Bromide. Brobi Wan Kenobi. Brover Norquist.
Like Broseph Stalin, you are leading the way to the dictatorship of the broletariate. It is truly revbrolutionary. Like the Bro v. Wade of our generation. You brobliterate the enemy from the very peak of Mt. Brolympus. That's some shit. That's brolific. But that's the kind of bro you are.
You are the epitome of bro, in every brossible way, and that's the Bro's honest truth, bro. I may have a bropensity for broverstatement, but this no mere hyperbrole: You are 100 brocent, absbrolutely the broest. Brotally.
I wish I had the words to describe what a good friend you are, dude
From The Onion, your bible.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Walking in a Winter Veevers Land
I'm going on tour in October with the Virgins again. I'll make sure to take tons of pics for you fans and groupies out there. But in the meantime, can anyone tell me where to eat, sleep, drink, and thrift in the following cities:
Winnipeg
Saskatoon
Edmonton
Calgary
Victoria BC
Vancouver
Chicago
Minneapolis
Seattle
Portland
Pomona (ew)
LA
Vegas
I hope if you are our pals you can come out to the shows... check out the tour dates here:
www.myspace.com/thevirginsnyc
Also, we need merch people in each city, so if you want free tickets to the show, free drinks and free merch, please inquire within.
Also also, I need to rent out my flat in the West Ville/Soho area for October... LG 1 BDRM on Sullivan... let me know if you're interested and I will provide the deets. Here's a quick view:
xoV
Winnipeg
Saskatoon
Edmonton
Calgary
Victoria BC
Vancouver
Chicago
Minneapolis
Seattle
Portland
Pomona (ew)
LA
Vegas
I hope if you are our pals you can come out to the shows... check out the tour dates here:
www.myspace.com/thevirginsnyc
Also, we need merch people in each city, so if you want free tickets to the show, free drinks and free merch, please inquire within.
Also also, I need to rent out my flat in the West Ville/Soho area for October... LG 1 BDRM on Sullivan... let me know if you're interested and I will provide the deets. Here's a quick view:
xoV
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Please, take me with you
Veevs has some very special extra favorite places I hope you see/saw...
The Golden City (Luang Prabang), Laos
An Thoi Islands, S. Vietnam
Angkor Wat temples, Cambodia
The Raffles Hotel, Singapore
New Orleans, LA
Mount Hood, OR
Coastline of the Pacific Northwest
Shibuya, Tokyo
Hoi An, fishing village Central Vietnam
St. Barts
Anguilla
Paris Paris Paris
Aix-en-Provence
English Countryside
Bolinas, CA
Gorky Park and Red Square in Moscow
St. Petersburg
Future dream destinations: Bhutan, Mongolia, Silk Road, Macchu Picchu, Iceland...
Anyone been to Iceland? I want to go there for New Year's. Not just because its gorge and Icelanders are interesting and stylish (they were doing NuRave like 4 years ago), but also because New Year's in NY stinks. My best New Year was when my ex-boyfriend Paul flew me to The Madonna Inn in CA with about 25 other friends. We stayed in the Buffalo Room. Someday I'll find the pictures of that day, but in the meantime, I have to borrow pics from the website of our room, the main dining room, and the famous Madonna Suite: www.themadonnainn.com.
xo
Aviva
The Golden City (Luang Prabang), Laos
An Thoi Islands, S. Vietnam
Angkor Wat temples, Cambodia
The Raffles Hotel, Singapore
New Orleans, LA
Mount Hood, OR
Coastline of the Pacific Northwest
Shibuya, Tokyo
Hoi An, fishing village Central Vietnam
St. Barts
Anguilla
Paris Paris Paris
Aix-en-Provence
English Countryside
Bolinas, CA
Gorky Park and Red Square in Moscow
St. Petersburg
Future dream destinations: Bhutan, Mongolia, Silk Road, Macchu Picchu, Iceland...
Anyone been to Iceland? I want to go there for New Year's. Not just because its gorge and Icelanders are interesting and stylish (they were doing NuRave like 4 years ago), but also because New Year's in NY stinks. My best New Year was when my ex-boyfriend Paul flew me to The Madonna Inn in CA with about 25 other friends. We stayed in the Buffalo Room. Someday I'll find the pictures of that day, but in the meantime, I have to borrow pics from the website of our room, the main dining room, and the famous Madonna Suite: www.themadonnainn.com.
xo
Aviva
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