May 2008
44 posts
“I’m sorry, we don’t dance to… A.I.D.S. music.”
– Brooke, when the DJ played a song from Rent.
Sux and the City
Despite being choc full of astronomically expensive outfits, sky-high Manolos and four glamazonian, sex-crazed ladies, the tragic woman exiting the theater in front of me—flabby ass, frumpy outfit and hideous fuzzy flip-flops—is a tangible metaphor for the shit show that was Sex and the City: The Movie.
I can’t believe I went to the mall at midnight for that.
“If you begin to feel old, just find a nice 16-year-old working at Slurpee Heaven...”
– Mandy Finelli’s birthday wish.
The most amazing front page photo of the year.
This gem graced the front page of today’s New York Daily News under the headline “EAST END GALLERY OWNER CARTED OFF TO JAIL FOR SERVING DRINKS WITHOUT A LICENSE!” The tastiest bits:— It was chaos in the Hamptons as cops crashed an A-list Memorial Day weekend gala, dragging the owner of a tony art gallery to jail for serving drinks without a license. — “I told...
Mandy: I want to wait until after my birthday to visit you. That way you can really show me the town.
Carlos: Okay, but don't get your hopes up. Toledo is the kind of place you can't swing a keffiyeh without knocking over five losers.
“It’s kind of like sickle cell anemia, only it’s white and has a...”
– Me, on JC’s blood disorder.
Why does the New York Times Magazine think anyone... →
This really is the worst story ever to be featured in the Sunday Times Magazine. Does anyone care (Let alone care the length of ten indulgent, solopistic internet pages) why the overshare-y blogger has stopped blogging, only not really?
Emily Gould is the kind of person who would, like, talk a whole bunch of shit about the prom, but goes to the prom anyway and then fucks someone else’s...
“My cereal box just inspired a ManHunt screen name for you: Chocolaty Delight.”
– JC, via text.
WatchHe’s right, you know.
“Oh, I’m so jealous! The fashion must be fantastic!”
– John Waters, after being introduced to a woman who works in an insane asylum.
“Q: What are you doing tonight?
A: Sex and the City London premiere. Then...”
– Michelle, on her fabulous life.
Ashley: What am I going to wear to an AIDS benefit?
Carlos: A lesion?
Dana G., let's be friends.
New York, through the eyes of Dana Goldstein, is less of an orgy of kids who are cooler, more attractive and have skinnier pants than you, and more like being a fly on the wall of a super-fun sleepover that never, ever ends. But in reality, Dana probably is cooler than you. She’s an intern for an A-list photographer, she publishes zines and photo-blogs her life. Maybe McGinley should...
“I’m with Carlos, at a bar that’s suddenly become a smoke-easy.”
– Gary, on the phone, while illegally smoking & drinking afterhours at Manhattan’s.
Hedi Slimane's photo diary. →
“It was not a lobe reduction, just an adjustment.”
– JC, on his cosmetic ear surgery.
“It’s like Vice Magazine exploded in here.”
– A guy at the Teenagers show last night, presumably talking about the neon yellow fannypack I was sporting.