Scotch & Soda,
NMRKT Fashion Series Party

Scotch & Soda opened up a new store in Union Square and the launch party was hella packed.

So baby hid in the corner with Natalie Suarez and Chris Reed.

Grabbed itty bitty bites catered by The Fat Radish and had a few martinis with Susie G and Miguel Guesso.

We swiftly left to make room for all the suckers in line and headed to the NMRKT Fashion Series Party at Mister H.

Hosts Julia Jacobson, Kelsey Panicco, and Ryan Fleisch in their red light best.

This neon sign says LOVE HAPPINESS DRUNKENNESS

which aptly describe myself, Vesper Wolfe, and Max Bosch. I’ll let you decide which one of us is which.

And since none of the chicks were prostitutes, the boys had to play a game of who’s taller than whom to score ‘em.

But hey, why not take ‘em both for 13 feet of fun!

Or an AZN and a JEWZN cuz it’s all good when you’re up to no good.

This entry was written by Joey, posted on April 8, 2013 at 9:00 am, filed under Events, Fashion, Friends, Joey Ng, New York, Photos and tagged Chris Reed, Electric Gentleman, Julia Jacobson, Kelsey Panicco, Max Bosch, Miguel Gesso, Mister H, Mondrian SoHo, Natalie Off Duty, Natalie Suarez, NMRKT, Ryan Fleisch, Scotch & Soda, Susie G, The Fashion Series, Union Square, Vesper Wolfe. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

Dennis Stock at Milk Gallery

The good thing about New York is that so much of it stays the same. You can always expect a good time, good-looking photographs, and even better looking people at Milk Gallery.

Dennis Stock’s collection of photographs featuring icons, Audrey Hepburn, James Dean, Grace Kelly, Marilyn Monroe, and more is up now at Milk Gallery until the 17th.

I’d take James Deen over Dean any day but boy, what a sight to behold on any given afternoon, eh? Babe, diner, cake. Die.

Speaking of babes, Christine Kohler, Chris Reed, and Milk’s made Jess Conatser.

Fire and ice, Valissa Yoe and Micaela McLucas.

The only person you’d ever want to see in Times Square.

Plus these people, Ali Sky, William Yan, and cute little Coco Daniels.

MUPPETS!!!!! Joel W Henderson

Our new pet, Vesper Wolfe, and I.

In da hood they call me 2phonezzzzzz Chris and the very techy Jiddy Committee.

Joel Eel rolling up ready with a black panther pin and a Muji pen. All set.

Then I bounced with Rocky Li and R2D2 to make some sweet sweet songs.

Stock you on the internet, later.

This entry was written by Joey, posted on April 4, 2013 at 10:50 am, filed under Events, Friends, New York, Photos and tagged Ali Sky, Chris Reed, Christine Kohler, Coco Daniels, Courtney Daniels, Dennis Stock, James Dean, Jess Conatser, Jessica Conatser, Joel Eel, Joel Henderson, Joel W Henderson, Jordan Massouli, Micaela McLucas, Milk Gallery, Milk Studios, Rocky Li, Valissa Yoe, Vesper Wolfe, William Yan. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

One year without you

One year ago, I saw this. I saw Michelle’s facebook status on my feed and I couldn’t believe it. I said no. No. And I called Trudy. I called Trudy what seemed like a thousand times and she wasn’t answering. So I sat there going through my phone book calling anyone I knew who might’ve also known you. Ron picked up. He saw it, too. But he didn’t know, nobody knew exactly what happened.

Except that you were gone.

I couldn’t move, I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t do anything but cry and listen to the sound of my emails coming through hundreds of times all day like they do every day. Except for the first time in years, I had absolutely no intention of dealing with them.

Ping
Ping

Ping

There wasn’t much of the ceramic floor that wasn’t covered in kleenex butterflies.

Marissa got a flight to Miami.
Remember when the three of us had lunch on the patio at Urth Caffe? It was years ago. But not so long that I couldn’t tell you exactly what was said. What happened in the days after, word for word.

I didn’t sleep.

I got pretty the next day. I held Charlie’s hand in the cab from the airport back to 14th and Collins. He asked me how I’d been and I had to tell him “My ex passed away” and pretended to be ok.

It was a lot of pretending to be ok.
We ate and we fucked and we hung out on the beach. And then Marissa arrived, for my sake, and it was a lot of fun like it should have been. Listening to Mario, wearing leopard prints, singing Disney songs drunk, and ordering tater tots at The Standard pool. And it was the same, mostly, for the rest of the year.

A lot of coasting by.

But there are times. Like when Dov said I could write a memo to the staff about you, between a plate of oysters being removed and another dish being placed on the table. Or when I had to live in the house I last shared with you, for months. And I could feel you in every corner. Making fun of me. Or every single. fucking. time I see that polaroid of you, the one that Maceo said was his favourite of all.

And today.
Today, it will be hard.

And I think the worst part of it all is knowing that they will never understand – all the people, everyone who hadn’t gotten to know you – just how incredibly special you were. There will never be another you. Absolutely not.

And I know, by no means, am I a patron of your memory. These are just mine.
And I miss you.
Forever, at times.

Richard Scott Gimbel II, February 17th, 1979 – January 15th, 2012.

This entry was written by Joey, posted on January 16, 2013 at 10:30 am, filed under Friends, Love, Writing and tagged Richard S. Gimbel. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

Happy Yew Year

I’m in Melbourne, avoiding you, and I’m too ~~busy~~ non-plussed to blog (like ever).
Luckily for me, I’ve got New York’s prettiest young thing, Drex Drechsel, by my side.

I think at one point I said my New Year’s resolution was to be less cruel to the people I love.
Which, I’m pretty sure I’ve already broken.
I’m not a good person, you know that.
You love me anyway.

I have managed, however, to stay pretty nice to Drex, though. Which is why there’s a photo of me and Kiki Li Ricci happily jumping on the bed on New Year’s Eve for your viewing pleasure.

Happy 2013.
Keep it real.

Photo Credit: Drex Drechsel, yewyork.tumblr.com

This entry was written by Joey, posted on January 7, 2013 at 11:51 am, filed under Australia, Babes, Events, Friends, Joey Ng, Photos and tagged American Apparel, Australia, Drex, Drex Drechsel, Gloria V Bodysuit, Hotel, Kiki Li Ricci, Leather Tap Shorts, Melbourne, New Year's Eve, PYTNYC, Yew York. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

Take a bow

It’s lipstick, not a cold sore.

These amazing shots on film were taken by our favourite muppet, Joel W Henderson.

Hands down, best photo. Thanks for photographing our wedding, Joel!

This entry was written by Joey, posted on October 29, 2012 at 1:24 pm, filed under Friends, Funny, Joey Ng, New York, Photos and tagged Joel W Henderson, Wedding. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

Toss

The best part of throwing my wedding bouquet to only Leanne was

how pissed it made every other girl. Too funny, sorry Maria.

But she deserved it! A huge thank you to Leanne and The Cardinal for all the amazing food.
Everyone loved the fried chicken!

Bouquet gifted by Chrysanthemum: Rare Teas & Flowers.

This entry was written by Joey, posted on October 17, 2012 at 7:32 pm, filed under Friends, Funny, Joey Ng, New York, Photos and tagged Bowery, Charles Hinman, Chrysanthemum, Chrysanthemum BK, Loft, Maria Aoki, The Cardinal, The Cardinal NYC, Wedding. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

Homecoming

When one half

returns

to its other.

This entry was written by Joey, posted on July 31, 2012 at 11:57 pm, filed under Babes, Friends, Love, New York, Photos and tagged Chinatown, Chris Thompson, David Ridoutt, Linze Mason, Manhattan. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

Thunder buddies for life

If you’re unhappy with the way things are going (which I was), don’t look at your available options and settle for the least of all evils. Go ahead and do your favourite fucking thing. Figure out what that is because until you do, it doesn’t matter what you’re doing. It will eat at you, dull you, little by little.

I? Moved in with this guy, Chris Reed.
In New York, New York. Whoop!

For the first time in 3 years, I have my name on a lease. Keys I won’t have to return in a matter of weeks, a mailing address that doesn’t belong to a factory, and a bed. My bed.
I have all my things.
I get to wake up and come home to my very own little version of family.

We had a housewarming party on Canada day.

You can tell this is a social media required household.

We had the pleasure of hosting many a special Canadian guest. Meredith drove across the border for the first time!

Lacee made us couscous salad and Destinee did my nails. No one taught me how to use an old point and shoot camera properly.

There were a lot of pretty ladies like Ioana and Maria and their pretty French friends.

Handsome boy, Rocky Li of Internet Fame. Never not hard.

Goth gurlz.

Post-teen heartthrobs. I found Austin in a Five Guys burger joint holding an American Apparel shopping bag last year.

And because this city is the greatest, I’ve found many more friends and they all dranks beers on our roof.

Come over sometime.

This entry was written by Joey, posted on July 30, 2012 at 9:07 am, filed under Chris Reed, Events, Friends, Joey Ng, New York and tagged American Apparel, Austin Otto, Chinatown, Chris Reed, Destinee Handly, Disco Short, Foursquare, Internet Fame, Ioana Hercberg, Lacee Swan, Manhattan, Maria Aoki, Meredith Cheesbrough, Nisia Wasilewicz, Nylon Tricot High-Cut One-Piece, Rocky Li, Shenan Fraguadas, Social Media, Todd Pendu, Twitter, Zana Bayne. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

Ain’t no sunshine when

This is precisely how I feel about being in Los Angeles right now.

I’ve always felt like home was a person and not a place.
I feel so homesick. Homeless, rather, more than ever.

I want to say that I’m trapped, here, in my transience.
I want to say many more things, to explain. I don’t have the wherewithal.

Bianca wrote me this morning. The subject was simply “<3".
Another reminder that everyone who cares for me lives in New York, or Berlin, or Toronto.

A few days ago, her company, Small Girls PR, had sent me a pair of Tortoise & Blonde sunglasses.

They arrived precisely on a day when I had been crying steadily. I needed these glasses. Thank you.

She suggested that I elaborate on the motto inscribed in the case “ONE Today. ANOTHER Tomorrow.” I think I’m supposed to write about babes and adventures and how life goes on. How I could have one of each of the aforementioned today, and another tomorrow.

But I can’t. I haven’t decided what it is I could say that would make things better or whether they’d be worse.
I’m afraid that I may have already said enough of the wrong things, rendering irreparable.
I’ll let my new Sunset shades tell you how I feel –