awww....whaaat, that boy is 21 again? Yes, Grandaddy...I am not 30 yet.
I am extra excited tonight to have sometime to myself...
mode...last night I was the doorman at Fischerspooner's Release Party in Williamsburg. Checking IDs and shit. Which is a great leap since I just turned 21 a couple weeks ago. Felt wierd marking underaged people....just crossed the line, now I am calling the shots. Anyhow, it was a fucking great party. Attire:red souvenir tee, white sportsjacket. Flawless. I also migled with a few INTERESTING people. I met a kid named joshua Ryan, who introduced himself, "Hi, I am Joshua Ryan...i throw gay metal, punk love parties, you will be there?" YES I will! Boy was cuuute. then there was what seemed to be a reverse drag king...queen. uhh.. anyhow, she felt the need to expose herself. her name is somethinglike Nashavav. The release party lasted from 7-11. Afterwards. myself and others attended an after party for Bloc Party who perfomred at Bowery Ballroom earlier that evening. I had put together a guest list for the event, well...forwarded some of my friends' names to the list. However, the shit was packed and there was no way, that i was waiting in the line. Besides open bar had ended a half hour ago. So, beers then studio.
Wake up...go to Chelsea for the "morning-after Friday gallery run."
Damien Hirst has an exhibiton at the Gagosian gallery called, "The Elusive Truth": new paintings....which were, typical photorealistic oil paintings of odd events and documentation of medical situations, i.e..examination table, an intravenal extraction of blood...all very HIRST-esque. Such as....a depiction of a womans physical struggle with cocaine. progressively downhill. Uhh, carefully executed work. I learned that Hirst possibly, maybe...has assistants who "help him paint" We also saw some other works...Adam Adach and others. cannot remember.
Other than this...getting ready for the final show. Tomorrow I am being taken out for my after-birthday party. A ferry ride to Staten Island. Then back to the Mainland, Manhattan for drinks and a night of clubbing.
Think this ONE day could possibly more eventful than the TWO WEEKS I spent in OHIO?
Still no word from C.Daniggelis.
It is not even funny how OVER my relationship with that school is...*sigh* where did all my time and money go...CHECK out that NICE NEW Student Center!!!! or maybe it was donated...doesnt fucking matter. I have no desire to enjoy it.
Upcoming themes for my life...sacrifice, purification/detox, progress
Ella Fitzgerald...
Wait till you see him
See how he looks
Wait till you hear him laugh.
Painters of paintings
Writers of books
Never could tell the half.
Wait till you feel
The warmth of his glance,
Pensive and sweet and wise.
All of it lovely
All of it thrilling
I'll never be willing to free him.
When you see him
You won't believe your eyes
You won't believe your eyes.
....your eyes....
mode...last night I was the doorman at Fischerspooner's Release Party in Williamsburg. Checking IDs and shit. Which is a great leap since I just turned 21 a couple weeks ago. Felt wierd marking underaged people....just crossed the line, now I am calling the shots. Anyhow, it was a fucking great party. Attire:red souvenir tee, white sportsjacket. Flawless. I also migled with a few INTERESTING people. I met a kid named joshua Ryan, who introduced himself, "Hi, I am Joshua Ryan...i throw gay metal, punk love parties, you will be there?" YES I will! Boy was cuuute. then there was what seemed to be a reverse drag king...queen. uhh.. anyhow, she felt the need to expose herself. her name is somethinglike Nashavav. The release party lasted from 7-11. Afterwards. myself and others attended an after party for Bloc Party who perfomred at Bowery Ballroom earlier that evening. I had put together a guest list for the event, well...forwarded some of my friends' names to the list. However, the shit was packed and there was no way, that i was waiting in the line. Besides open bar had ended a half hour ago. So, beers then studio.
Wake up...go to Chelsea for the "morning-after Friday gallery run."
Damien Hirst has an exhibiton at the Gagosian gallery called, "The Elusive Truth": new paintings....which were, typical photorealistic oil paintings of odd events and documentation of medical situations, i.e..examination table, an intravenal extraction of blood...all very HIRST-esque. Such as....a depiction of a womans physical struggle with cocaine. progressively downhill. Uhh, carefully executed work. I learned that Hirst possibly, maybe...has assistants who "help him paint" We also saw some other works...Adam Adach and others. cannot remember.
Other than this...getting ready for the final show. Tomorrow I am being taken out for my after-birthday party. A ferry ride to Staten Island. Then back to the Mainland, Manhattan for drinks and a night of clubbing.
Think this ONE day could possibly more eventful than the TWO WEEKS I spent in OHIO?
Still no word from C.Daniggelis.
It is not even funny how OVER my relationship with that school is...*sigh* where did all my time and money go...CHECK out that NICE NEW Student Center!!!! or maybe it was donated...doesnt fucking matter. I have no desire to enjoy it.
Upcoming themes for my life...sacrifice, purification/detox, progress
Ella Fitzgerald...
Wait till you see him
See how he looks
Wait till you hear him laugh.
Painters of paintings
Writers of books
Never could tell the half.
Wait till you feel
The warmth of his glance,
Pensive and sweet and wise.
All of it lovely
All of it thrilling
I'll never be willing to free him.
When you see him
You won't believe your eyes
You won't believe your eyes.
....your eyes....