oh, julie.

i figured i will write my blog like i feel right now - a little add.

i saw 'spider-man: turn off the dark' (version 1.0) on wednesday with my good friend leigh. if you want my review, please ask her because we share the same opinion on many things. and my review will be exactly like her review. it's almost like we share mindssssssssssssssssss.

my goal to start waking up early has not been a vital success. rather, i've been sleeping later and later. and therefore, going to bed later and later. this is a terrible, no good, very bad cycle of regression to my freshman year of college. and one that needs to stop. i say this, while i sit in my bed writing at 10pm on a sunday. here is hoping my early night will be an early morning. searz (as in, seriously). i need to get bikini body ready. and yes, i know i don't wear bikini's, but i do wear swim trunks and the gays can be harsh judgers.

oh, i saw an opera too this week! boy, so much culture, i should pinch myself. this time, i saw the opera, 'tosca' with laura, and we enjoyed a wonderful time. our seats were the bomb dot com. seriously. we sat in the orchestra, and were in row 'g' which is about 7 rows from the front. i actually had to count that on my fingers while singing the alphabet - thanks teachers! now, for those of you who know me, i love theatres. i have a huge affection for old theatres, including old movie houses, and for me to go to these fancy schmancy ones is just a plain joy for me. i find the architecture to be divine and so well crafted, and i often wish movie theatres were still treated with such care. instead of the whole cookie cutter idea we have going on now.

and as we finish up the weekend, i need to realize a couple things. one, i need to be more aware of how i say things and how it will possibly be perceived. honestly, and this is from a male perspective, i don't think we fully think things through. and me, i'm one to say things and just say them. i'm not a malicious person, and the things i say, while sound cruel or harsh or sassy or something that might be negative, are not actually meant to hurt. and yes, even though words hurt, i should be more aware of things and what i say. i guess, i have the mentality of just free thought, no filter. which is good and bad.

two, i need to go into yoga knowing full well my body will be mistreated and i will soak my shirt in sweat.

charming, i know.

xoxo. let's have happy days and happy weeks as we welcome the spring weather.

nyfw

two times a year, a wonderful thing happens to the big apple: fashion week. abbreviated to "nyfw" this is the time designers come, models stop eating and people who want to be thought of as avant-garde bring out the crazy and wear their closet with pride.

i know it might seem a little typical, but i love fashion. i think it is a really interesting form of art, and is a nifty way for people to express themselves. often, i always wish i could dress like a runway model (and often dream about their body...different conversation) but what i have slowly realized is this: the runway looks you often see are not made for "normal wear" - instead, they are heightened fashion outfits - not made to be copied but rather influence how you dress. basically, take a few pieces you love from the line, and make it your own.

so, because i like to pretend i am a budding socialite (i swear, if i do become a socialite, and people read this, i am joking) i was able to partake in the festivities known as nyfw. this was my first fashion show, for perry ellis. a few things to take away:

1. shows do not start on time. it's like, everyone is on european time and saunters in at least 20 minutes past the scheduled start time.
2. not all the shows are at the tents. note, the "tents" are at lincoln center and are the center of it all. the hub if you will. many designers have their own/rented/borrowed spaces throughout the city to show their line. the bigger the show/designer/name/money - the more likely you can find it at the tents.
3. this is going to be obvious, but watching a show online or on the designers site is MUCH different than actually watching it live and in the flesh. the shows themselves, they are fucking exciting.
4. the tents themselves, they don't hold thousands of people. maybe a few hundred. so to get a ticket to them, it's a big deal because well, compare that to however many people live in the city and want to see the fashion week shows.

so the show! i brought mary to the show and we were sitting in the fourth row at the end of the runway. we had a great vantage point because we would be able to see the models walk the long walk down and pause in front of us before turning around. and without warning, the lights went down, and the whole tent stopped talking. you can't even get that to happen in a movie theatre! and all of a sudden, it began. the music starts, a model appears and the lights queue to bright and it happens. look after look, the models did everything you expect them to do.

the shows are fast. 10-15 minutes of men strutting down the runway looking hot. you almost can't take it all in. but, what got me, was the energy. even though it is fast, you are so excited to see the next look, and for me, you want to revisit looks. there were some pieces i wanted to steal and, let's be honest, some of the models too. it should be like, free model with purchase. i die.

as my first fashion show, i felt like a million dollars. just walking through the main line and showing our tickets for reserved seating was the best feeling in the world. i don't know, i know i am still quite low on the totem pole, but i felt like i had arrived or something corny like that. fashion shows are just things to a lot of people, and i was able to make it a reality by actually attending one. even better, i was glad mary could join me: i feel like shows are something you should experience with people you love. kind of like, expensive wine and your first arrest. and i'm pretty sure we both were on cloud nine afterwards.

new york fashion week. it's a fucking rush.

also, mary blogged and her take can be found here.

you know you love me

gossip girl has returned. and i love it. it's like, major fluff for your brain. it's deliciously styled (i wish i dressed like the cast on a regular basis, but i am lazy and don't have hours to lounge and get ready) and witty. but remember, you have to shut off your brain - you can't just watch it and expect truth - you have to watch it and stop all reason. one of the best parts of the show happens to be the 'New York Magazine' recap - which comes out every tuesday and the writers of the blog give points for things and take away points all based on plausibility. and trust me, the plot can be unbelievable at times, but also, like the best episodes of 'mean girls' ever (if said film was a television show/real life).

and the past two episodes have taken place in the publishing world, and of course, the writers are doing their best to make sure the world of anna wintour is insane! and crazy! and packed with running around like the world is about to end. insane and crazy and lots of running! like, 'creature from the black lagoon' mixed with every b-level horror movie where people have to run.

since the writers work in publishing (as do i for a short while longer) they can write and about the truth and lack thereof. and this truth rang true:

• Blair gets assigned ten things to do in the first hour she shows up at work? Ten things that Epperly helpfully typed out on a list? Since when are internships that organized? Our interns sit around on Twitter all day and are lucky if, at some point, someone happens to pass by and ask them to make a list of things Natalie Portman said this month that made her sound fat.

truth because our interns beg to pack boxes because they are le bored. and trust me, the world where i work is not full of people dressed for a runway show and on the verge of eating a post-it note. we are calm beings - for the most part. life is like that. real life. not television.

but it's television, and yes, it's fun to see a heightened version of my life. because in my mind at times, publishing is batshit crazy.

a lounging saturday day.

as a budding socialite, wait. let me rephrase.

i have a minor goal in life to become a socialite. and to be featured on page six or as a blind item. my goals are lofty, and quite aspirational. and ones that will one day become true. i hope. i pray. i wish and hope.

so, let's resume.

as a budding socialite, i have been featured not once, but twice! on mary and annie's blog. You can read about annie and i's exploits in Los Angeles, and then you can enjoy the recap of recaps by my roommate mary for the preptser pumpkin palooza. And possibly enjoy the best picture ever. I will let you decide what that picture is.

i am watching one of the worst movies of the year, "i love you, beth cooper" and i am about to request this move be removed from hbo. so it's taking over my attention right now, this movie. and terribleness of it. i don't suggest you watch it. and if you must, have some alcohol.

and, today, i had a haircut. it was at this really great place called "salon 13" and it is on 13th and b. in texas and oklahoma, haircuts are about 30 bucks for a dude - at a salon. and that is what i was used to paying. but in nyc, the price for a haircut is about double that. and that's on the cheap end. luckily, i get a discount at bumble and bumble thanks to work, but the place can still be expensive, and the overall experience is rather overwhelming. b&b will have one person wash your hair, then another to cut it, and sometimes a new person to dry it. it's just overly complicated.

so, i have also wanted to try something new with my hair, since it's curly. and can be rather fro-ish. so, the lady who cut my hair, alx, was amazing. and she cuts hair for 'the killers' and we all know that is one of my favorite bands. so she already had points. plus! she gave me a beer to drink while she went to town. so really, the experience was way above what i was expecting, and cheaper.

that has been my day today.

boomer sooner.

mushing of the mind

for everyone not living in new york city, and those who believe fashion is about engrossing as the paving of a sidewalk, friday night marked the second annual "fashion's night out." basically, every major store in midtown - parts of madison avenue and fifth avenue - as well as the meatpacking district and soho had events. these events ranged from staying open past eight in the evening, to having full on open bars. i preferred the latter.

it's a great event which was the brain child of one, ms. anna wintour. and i am really content to see so many stores taking part. essentially, the goal was to get people to shop when the entire economy was in shambles, and it is still the goal. these stores have celeb appearances, champagne and little marketing ploys to get you in. for instance, gant had half naked models standing outside the store. abercrombie, eat your heart out. which reminds me to never walk by the abercrombie store on fifth because they are PUMPING their cologne/scent-of-preteen-children out into the open and it reeks.

so, gant, i love gant clothing. tres adore. michael bastian is currently designing the line - it's a mens line only - and he is just amazing. it's such great stuff! i suggest you check, check, check it out. like, right now. i'll wait.

anyway, most people go cray cray over celeb guests, or celeb appearances. or just a plain ole celeb sighting. just last post, i saw chelsea clinton and totally kept it together. i could have had a conversation with her and not even broken a sweat. what i am trying to say, celebs don't get to me. i never would turn into a bowl of soggy cheerios just because i was talking to chelsea clinton. however, jake gyllenhaal is a totally different matter though.

back to the main road, i find out that michael bastian is AT GANT! i have him sign my book. i get to take a picture with him. i turn into a soggy bowl of cheerios and can't say anything or relative intelligence. i look like a bumbling fool. i probably acted like a bumbling fool too. so now, i see celebs don't bother me. fashion designers though, i love. i. love.

overall, a very successful evening. i hope you are all able to come visit and enjoy the very fashionable night out.

ps, if i wasn't so freaking tired, i would go into more detail about the amount of weird clothing i saw, and how i think it could be better. maybe next post. au revoir.