A hint of Spring in New York City!
Fully taking advantage of the, er, 50 degree weather and pretending it’s warm under the sun.
Trying really hard to be obnoxiously cute and charming.
Skirts and sunnies on. Paperbag potato knish and a bottle of vanilla cream soda. Cream soda is for charming days only, most charming of all sodas.
Had my hair high up in a ponytail, low maintenance for a lazy afternoon. Walked from the Lower East Side through Soho to Rare Salon in Tribeca for my free blow out.
Greeted by publicist, Vanessa, and, stylist Tammy.
Jeallie of Vanessa’s nails.
Hair treatment and scalp massage. Total pretty pretty princess day mode.
Ballet pink pumps, ballet pink petticoat, ballet pink pinkeverything.
My hair looks so long from here!
Done! Met celebrity stylist and founder of Rare Salon, Ruth Roche, and principal stylist of Rare by FS Charlie, Fatima Sheikh.
Hung out in their gorgeous space and chatted about the laid-back, chic, lounge-about culture at Rare.
Fatima goes to the same nail girl as Vanessa. Want. To. Indulge.
My stylist, Tammy, was so very lovely! She’s lived in the UK, Oz and New Zealand.
What a mish-mash of accents, had so much fun just chatting to her.
Aaah good hair days…
AM I CHARMING YET?
Am I a pretty pretty princess? Oh pretty pretty please?
Thanks Rare Salon! <3 <3 <3 Visit their website for salon hours, services, and rates.
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Greeting cards from Pretty Freedom.
Just found a pic of us at the Tumblr x Paper Mag’s party at the Empire Hotel during fashion week!
Jonathan, Julia, and Joey.
We had dim sum at Golden Unicorn for Brendan Truong’s birthday.
We have no idea who Brendan Truong is.
We celebrated anyway.
We celebrate every day.
In our world, where darkness reigns, we celebrate St. Patrick’s like it ought to be Halloween.
Say no to green. ALL BLACK EVVRYTHAANG.
We hate the quasi-Irish. We hate the Jersey girls falling down on our streets at 6pm.
We hate the mid-lifers on the subway wearing st-mardi-paddy-gras beads.
Poppin’ downstairs to hang with total bros. Turn our swag on.
Hexes and hoes.
GUN CLUB SEX BEAT
“are we going to the movies or not?
she asked him.
all right, he said, let’s go.
I’m not going to put any panties on
so you can finger-fuck me in the
dark, she said.
should we get buttered popcorn?
sure, she said.
leave your panties on,
what is it? she asked.
I just want to watch the movie,
look, she said, I could go out on
the street, there are a hundred men
out there who’d be delighted to have
all right, he said, go ahead out here.
I’ll stay home and read the National
you son of a bitch, she said, I am
trying to build a meaningful
you can’t build it with a hammer,
– Charles Bukowski. “close encounters of another kind” Play the Piano, Drunk, Like a Percussion Instrument