29.9.09
n.y. follow up...
Well, I guess New York really has an impact on you. Especially for me going there the first time - mind you, it was during mucho fabulouso Fassshion week- As I was driving from Newark to Soho in the yellow car, with "MehBoob" as my friendly driver, I was rushing towards the sky line to finally inhale the thrill of success. After Mehboob hustled me too much fucking money for the ride, I got out out of the cab and first stepped on to the black asphalt on Broome street. Looking at a blank concrete wall on the other side of the street, I stopped and listened to the impatient honking, NY police or fire departement trucks blazing sirens, or construction work noise terror everywhere around me. I took a deep breathe and realized I was jetted into another world, I was in a gun crazy sex city that looked oh so familia. Every corner was like something I've seen before - One big deja vu waiting to unfold itself.
I dipped my toes in to the black oily water of the Hudson river, only to get sucked in full speed without any clue what I was getting in to? With who are these people?and.... exactly what numbered street and Houston was I in again? An adventurous, sometimes hellish joyride frenzy for sixteen days unfolded quickly, only of course to test exactly what it means to live in a city that never sleeps.. I tucked away my innocent nature safely in my bag pack- and as it was, we partied every night from a strict list venue to another important person venue, then to go in to this supposedly place to be and be... bored; or to not even get in, then be pissed about it and leave, only to go somewhere else, to land in the sketchiest of all no list settings - mind you, this is where everyone eventually comes to hide from doorman politics, nothing's better than a good night cleansing of the heart with friends who care - real friends yeah, in new york city I believe a rare breed and tricky at that to find, even more seemingly impossible to find in the 'fashion industry' a lot of you desperately want to belong to, I wonder why. Real friends are hard to find, because real new yorkers don't give a fuck about other new yorkers, let alone people from "out of town", unless you are a special human, with the special powers to provide something exciting for the new yorker, preferably something he can prosper from, something to rank himself higher than others of the same species: Yes, unless you are willing to give him that fix, that self indulgent need, you will feel alone many of times.
The unwashed, used up faces with the dark circled eyes, that I usually feel comfortable with from a far or in the movies, can quickly be met on the street, at a club, or even blind us in this city of filth and grand hopes. The gritty skin greets me with a witty vengeance, as yet another late morning approaches through my window on the second floor on grand street.
TO BE CONTINUED....on a more positive note
I dipped my toes in to the black oily water of the Hudson river, only to get sucked in full speed without any clue what I was getting in to? With who are these people?and.... exactly what numbered street and Houston was I in again? An adventurous, sometimes hellish joyride frenzy for sixteen days unfolded quickly, only of course to test exactly what it means to live in a city that never sleeps.. I tucked away my innocent nature safely in my bag pack- and as it was, we partied every night from a strict list venue to another important person venue, then to go in to this supposedly place to be and be... bored; or to not even get in, then be pissed about it and leave, only to go somewhere else, to land in the sketchiest of all no list settings - mind you, this is where everyone eventually comes to hide from doorman politics, nothing's better than a good night cleansing of the heart with friends who care - real friends yeah, in new york city I believe a rare breed and tricky at that to find, even more seemingly impossible to find in the 'fashion industry' a lot of you desperately want to belong to, I wonder why. Real friends are hard to find, because real new yorkers don't give a fuck about other new yorkers, let alone people from "out of town", unless you are a special human, with the special powers to provide something exciting for the new yorker, preferably something he can prosper from, something to rank himself higher than others of the same species: Yes, unless you are willing to give him that fix, that self indulgent need, you will feel alone many of times.
The unwashed, used up faces with the dark circled eyes, that I usually feel comfortable with from a far or in the movies, can quickly be met on the street, at a club, or even blind us in this city of filth and grand hopes. The gritty skin greets me with a witty vengeance, as yet another late morning approaches through my window on the second floor on grand street.
TO BE CONTINUED....on a more positive note
michael pitt
PITT has been on my radar since he first stepped foot on an indie movie set. his off look and choices for the better script / roles (except for the kurt cobain role, which was kinda blah...) made him jump to number one young actor for me ... i totally forgot about him after funny games, when I suddenly saw him in new york walking by me within 1 meter. FO fuck sake i shoulda went to that gaga party he, obviously, went to.
28.9.09
18.9.09
HOLLA BROOK!
BOYD i didnt even care about you that much until i saw you BOYD at a stupid fucking party with posers galore. You caught my eye and i was a goner, now i am captured under your spell, and i simply MUST shoot (with) you next time i'm in new york, hows that!
13.9.09
this place is a prison
And i know that it's not a party if it happens every night.
this place is a prison
And these people aren't your friends
Inhaling thrills through $20 bills
this place is a prison
And these people aren't your friends
Inhaling thrills through $20 bills
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