cityramica (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} cityramica) wrote,@ 2007-08-26 22:48:00 |
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symptomless coma
just a few things i suppose.
'tis very nice indeed to have the entirety of Jam, Brasseye, and the rest of Chris Morris' unsettling & wonderful collection of shows on my computer to watch until they're practically committed to memory. Virgil's watching Jam and just noted "this should be in a museum."
slightly related...
Virgil is now working at a fancy gallery in Chelsea. It is very fancy and Virgil has been dressing/becoming increasingly fancy accordingly. They are opening a new space in the Bowery area in November and having a big party for which I suppose I will need to fancify as well.
on that note...
I have been obtaining increasing numbers of little black dresses as of late. Also heels, which I seldom wear.
but...
i look forward to wearing bunny ears in the rain for an upcoming shoot with N. Tamindzic. and I will probably get to wear heels for this. Rabbits!
on a related note...
perhaps i can pose the question to you(s):
new topic...
Did I mention that Virgil and I are moving? Not far, mind you...just 2 floors up in our same building, but too a much nicer AND cheaper place! orange walls, "split level" loft with an actual staircase, quirky angles so it's less of a box, and a proper view of Manhattan. October 1st. I was thinking about a housewarming party but i think if all the people that Virgil and I know from various circles in NYC ended up in one place it could be very awkward. At least for me. It would be like that "condiment mélange" sleepover game that kids play where they mix up a bunch of random quaffable crap and make some poor friend/victim drink it? not that our friends are comparable to random quaffable crap. just might...not...mix. but maybe they would! so you're invited.
I am starting classes at The New School/Parsons after Labor Day...typography and other good design stuff, as well as smut writing and something online about demons in 19th century fiction.
i don't feel very exciting lately except for a vague feeling that most of the elements in my life kick quite a large quantity of ass. still though...feel like i want something, and i don't know what it is.
[oh and i know i've complained about this before, but NYC weather needs a friggin' mood stabilizer.]
just a few things i suppose.
'tis very nice indeed to have the entirety of Jam, Brasseye, and the rest of Chris Morris' unsettling & wonderful collection of shows on my computer to watch until they're practically committed to memory. Virgil's watching Jam and just noted "this should be in a museum."
slightly related...
Virgil is now working at a fancy gallery in Chelsea. It is very fancy and Virgil has been dressing/becoming increasingly fancy accordingly. They are opening a new space in the Bowery area in November and having a big party for which I suppose I will need to fancify as well.
on that note...
I have been obtaining increasing numbers of little black dresses as of late. Also heels, which I seldom wear.
but...
i look forward to wearing bunny ears in the rain for an upcoming shoot with N. Tamindzic. and I will probably get to wear heels for this. Rabbits!
on a related note...
perhaps i can pose the question to you(s):
You see a woman walking down the street. something about her--some physical attribute, notable quirk, prominent accessory, etc--terrifies you. What is it? Describe this woman.
new topic...
Did I mention that Virgil and I are moving? Not far, mind you...just 2 floors up in our same building, but too a much nicer AND cheaper place! orange walls, "split level" loft with an actual staircase, quirky angles so it's less of a box, and a proper view of Manhattan. October 1st. I was thinking about a housewarming party but i think if all the people that Virgil and I know from various circles in NYC ended up in one place it could be very awkward. At least for me. It would be like that "condiment mélange" sleepover game that kids play where they mix up a bunch of random quaffable crap and make some poor friend/victim drink it? not that our friends are comparable to random quaffable crap. just might...not...mix. but maybe they would! so you're invited.
I am starting classes at The New School/Parsons after Labor Day...typography and other good design stuff, as well as smut writing and something online about demons in 19th century fiction.
i don't feel very exciting lately except for a vague feeling that most of the elements in my life kick quite a large quantity of ass. still though...feel like i want something, and i don't know what it is.
[oh and i know i've complained about this before, but NYC weather needs a friggin' mood stabilizer.]
