Sundays with Nick of Tim

by Nate Turbow

Dear World

I just met Kevin Gillespie from Top Chef, Season Right Now. We're at the Annual Cross Family Thanksgiving Rager in Atlanta where Kevin lives and tonight we went to Holeman + Finch. We asked the staff to see if we could meet him. 2.5 hours into our giant meast (meat feast) !!BOOM!! Kevin the World's Cutest Teddy Bear Genius Food Wizard appeared and blessed us all with his bearded wisdom. Rumor has it that he will be attending our post-turkey Mafia party tomorrow. Please stay tuned. May I direct you to my Twitter feed for updates.

I literally have to go kill myself now. I just peaked.

xx

Sundays with Nick of Tim

by Nate Turbow

Oh my god I hate people

Tomas, my spirit animal, and I at Bacaro last week

I'm stoked to be back in LA after almost 9 straight weeks of travel. I look like hell but I feel good. Fat, probably still hung over, dehydrated and 8-10 years older, but good.

I got a HUUUUGE pain in the ass project done this week and now I have a clean slate (that means 'nothing to do' in Unemployment). Later today I have a meeting with an agent at William Morris with Nicole. My first big Hollywood meeting! It's not a big Hollywood meeting, but I am going to close my eyes and visualize Judd Apatow swimming in my black bottom pool at my glass house in the Hills as long as I can until my dreams are crushed. Plus, my dad is in town on biz so I'm in JAP heavs. He always buys me plants and flowers when he's in town- bit of a green thumb.

Tonight I'm going to SF for Demetri's taping of Important Things. Monday I'm heading to Atlanta for the Annual Cross Family Thanksgiving. Back to LA on Friday.

In the meantime, check out this super sessy video from Gavin. I saw this on the big screen, unfortch. I'm still recovering from 4:01 onward.

THE FUNNIEST VIDEO EVER MADE

When I worked at Vice I saw Gavin's family jewels at least a dozen times. On one of my first days of work he dry humped me in front of employees while telling them to work harder (deadpan seriousness). One time we all went to New Orleans for a birthday weekend. We went into a tourist shop and Gavin put his frank and beans on pretty much every item in the store and asked the clerks how much shot glasses and ashtrays were with his weens out and about. They were laughing so hard they couldn't answer. Then he turned to my two lesbian cousins and told them to calm down and stop getting so turned on because they could never, ever have him.

From his LA screening:

 Beckles and Kava

Was sitting between him and David who kept yelling REALLY loudly about saving the Congo while the Executive Producer of Last Pictures was on stage. Sometimes I DO get embarrassed. Rarely, but it happens.

Lesley was looking hot with her long hair. We pretty much just talked about Hoarders and that sad sad seaaaadddd documentary Cat Lady

Check out Lesley starring in Studio Beauty Channel's sizzling hot makeout sesh with her BF that Crystal and I produced:

See more videos at Studio Beauty Channel

Lastly, Yasi made some AMAZING jams for Cultist. Ladies, seriously. Put these on:

HELL-O 1992!

xo
Aviva

TOTALLY!!

TOTALLY TOTALLY TOTALLY

Things are happening in Totallyland. Logo by Ted Barrow.

Sundays with Nick of Tim

Pretty much

by Nate Turbow

Toodles

Hey guys-

I'm heading back to LA tomorrow for a couple of days (then SF-ATL-LA) and I'll finally be able to blog it up. I've been shooting, writing, and running around so much that I haven't had a chance to upload photos and tell tales.

It's been an amazing month filled with food, romance, exhaustion, work, adventure and inspiration, but I really can't wait to get to my big clean sunny beautiful mother fucking house in LA and sit at my diningroom table of a desk. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I miss LA! I mean, New York is my city energy-wise, but for now the kinda boring, simple life that LA provides is what I want. The one nice thing about living there is that I don't have to watch artfaggy social climbers cling to each other so tightly they can't take a shit without Ryan McGinley's permission. I mean, it's CRAZY crucial like that here and I forget about it until I see it again and have to sit next to it and listen to it. Okay sorry that's my only complaint!

Man I can't wait to tell you guys about my adventures and all the amazing pals we shot this month. I'm about to get all up in John Roberts face after dim sum right now for the next shoot.

Anyhow, if you're a pal (or even an acquaintace/fan/stalker/hot babe/cute couple/teenage penpal) who wants to say hello and goodbye we'll be at Loreley on Rivington and Bowery from 3-7pm and Bacaro after dinner.

This week is blog city dudes. Gossip, guys, friends, updates, stories, and tons of inappropriate oversharing!!!

xo
Aviva

WHAT WHAT

Yeah yeah I know I am so behind. I've been busy doing things that are not bloggable. You know, like things n stuff. That are private n stuff. But I have some NY jams on the horizon. Meantime, check out the thingy we did on Street Carnage today:

HERE

Thanks Gnarlitude Jen! I'm a HUUUUUGE fan of your style blog m'lady!

xo
Aviva and Crystal

PS- I got the following emails from someone I haven't seen in 5 years last night:

12:11am
HEY BABE I know a stud in town who saw your pics and wants to meet up tonight

12:16am
AND...prep school all american esquire with a hot rod

WOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW. This is incredibly tempting. I mean a late night text from an acquaintance on behalf of a stranger who saw me on the internet is the move. Plus, I haven't met a stud with a hot rod since the fucking 80's!!!

There's just no way

I'll be back soon, but in the meantime check out my piece on Marc's Shred Fest I did for Fader (photos by Cheryl Dunn)

SHRED FOR YOUR LIFE

When I was looking up a link for Marc Razo just now I found this old post from Epiclylaterd which makes me super 'stalgers (nostalgic) for the older, better New York that used to inspire me every day. When you look at some of the people and pals in these photos, you'll see why.

Don't want to go back to LA :(

xo
Aviva

Winners

Last Tuesday I smoked pot for the first time in ever. Sorry future employers, clients, boyfriends and families of my future boyfriends who may find this on the internet, but it happened. Don't worry, I can't handle my high so it's not going to become a "thing." Ever since high school I've hated pot because it  has exactly two effects on me: 1) I judge everyone around me with unwarranted self-righteousness 2) faceplant into a cold, itchy, exhaustion that sweeps over me like a punch in the face. Nonetheless, Elizabeth came over and we smoked a joint and BOOM: two turds sitting motionless, YouTubing Parfums De Coeur ads from the 80s.

The following two hours were comprised of failed attempts at going to the Gracefully deli across the street. We really wanted to move, but were only capable of Googling Gracefully and reading the reviews aloud to each other. Edgy!

Being rendered physically useless is exactly why I don't smoke weed. It's so incredibly annoying. Eventually I threw a trench coat over my floral long johns (nice image, no?) and tripped balls in the rain half a block to our destiny. Came back with a pint of vanilla ice cream, a jar of peanut butter, and a bag of pretzels, which we mixed back home on the couch. $30. worth of crap later things got majorly delishaaaaassssss. It was a fucking cornucopia of savory snacks.

Anyhow, NEW YORK! Here are some highlights from the last few weeks... 

Andrew Kuo begrudgingly DJ'd a party for me at the Korres store in Soho (we're going back to the 15th here). We got in a fight about Where the Wild Things Are not long after this photo was taken. 

 

Anecdote: Crystal's emotionally unavailable ex-boyfriend made that Emotionally Unavailable sticker, which we found the same night that the guy she was dating told her he was emotionally unavailable. Laughter ensued.

 

Merks and I made a list of all our pals who were going to Neckface's Halloween show in Miami. I was all excited and bought a ticket, then realized that all but 3 people on that list were girls. I mean, I love the bros and all but I wasn't super jazzed about having to hang with 99% boys. I feared boredom and regrettable default makeouts. SO BASICALLY THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT MERYL.

I have to say I'm glad I didn't go because I got texts starting Friday morning that A-Ron didn't actually give us hotel rooms- he rented out a fucking YOUTH HOSTEL. I would have died. Not because I don't like to sleep in just any old filthy flop house with countless unwashed backpackers' sex sheets, but because I have mild OCD when it comes to public bathrooms (I have to wear a space suit, basically) and the hostel had ONE SHARED BATHROOM. This is the kind of thing that ruins friendships and ends in tears and long, lonesome cab rides to the airport. So that's nice.

 

Went to one of Ryan McGinness' themed parties. We sang 100 Bottles of Beer on the Wall as he passed them out by number. I did something I've always kind of wanted to do since summercamp- timed it. Took about 12 minutes.

 

 

Saw Peter every day for a week straight after I landed. Where is he now?

 

Best of the best, Tasha Cain. I love this guy.

 

Brunch at Ramona's in Ft Greene. I've been hanging in BK a lot this trip- more than when I actually lived here. Ft. Greene is the cutest, but like Williamsburg, is headed toward Park Slope Stroller Wars territory. I mean, it's one more trendy restaurant away from becoming Honkeytown. Where did everyone move to? Queens? This exponential whitewashing of New York is turning it into San Francisco yo.

  

This little Victorian on Clinton St is directly across from Ramona's palace. They do a Haunted House every year that is completely bezerk and the whole hood gets into it. Makes me want to be 8 again.

 

 Speaking of eight year olds, we got our fortunes read at the flea market. Ramona's still not rich and famous. I still don't live in a glass house in the hills. Fishy...

 

 

Asiadog at Brooklyn Flea. $4.00 Kosher beef with Asian slaw and God's most perfect foodsauce, Sriracha.

 

GO YANKS

by the way, Ramona is a giant jock

Had a little party at the Ear Inn, one of my favorite places to go in the winter. It's the second oldest bar in Manhattan and has good legend. I always think about how many people have died there. I mean, George Washington slept upstairs and I bet there were all sorts of hookers and drunken politicians and captains who were drunkenly stabbed in those rooms (my mind is a delicate flower).

I threw a 15-person oyster party at Marlow & Sons. Super fun times. Andrew, Andrew, and my old bestie Maya

 Alethia

 

  

Justin and Sammy

Babycakes with Shay's adorable little Dakota. I MEAN HAVE YOU SEEN A CUTER CHILD? There were 3 other little blond babies in the restaurant, but Dakota cheeked them all out of the place. Also, had a deleechay eyeful of Alexa Chung. She is incredibly beautiful in person, it's sick. I mean she's so hot it's kind of nuts. Moving along...

Mark and Cheeks

Sarah 

 Tasha

Erin Mark and Chris

Mark started a fund for me. He enjoys telling people that I'm either adopted or poor when I meet them, especially cute guys. We raised $3.84 that night toward my $800,000 tab. Mark your efforts do not go unnoticed.

Please help our really poor friend Aviva Yael. God bless her soul.

Recovering...

but in the meantime...

Who wants to drive through the Ozarks with me ATL-NYC right after Thanksgiving? 3-day photo/diner/pitstop trinkets/thrifting road trip. No strangers please, pals only!

Tasha can't go and I'll be in Atlanta for our annual Cross family rager. We'd leave Sat 11/28 and arrive in NYC Monday 11/30. Want to sleep under Pendleton blankets and quest for crystal keychains and beer cozies. Sort of like THIS but colder. I've never been and I can't wait any longer!


xx
Aviva

Halloween 1994

Posts about last night's party (preview photos HERE c/o White Lightning) and my trip to NYC coming soon.

As you can see from my raver wig at the bottom of this trash basket, I had a great time being a San Francisco Alien Candy Raver Gothabilly Grunge Hippie Things with Blue Dreads for Halloween. I threw this in the trash after waking up on a couch in Williamsburg with half the staff from Vice after their 1994 themed Halloween rave. Long story short I didn't have time to go home before meeting my very handsome magazine editor for a brunch date. I warned him but he insisted I just come as is, thinking it would be hilarious, which it was in a oh-my-god-I'm-never-going-to-see-this-person-ever-again type of way. So I showed up looking like last night's party (and all parties that have occurred since 1994), and he showed up in a Freeman's Sporting Club catalog outfit with crispy suede desert boots looking bright and shiny and horrified. Yet somehow he continued to date me after that.

Anyhow, HAPPY HALLOWEEN! What were you?

xo
Aviva

Sundays with Nick of Tim

by Nate Turbow