out with the old

why do legs look so weird upside down?


folded the waist of my dries skirt. minor detail but i thought it looked cool.

got mud on these months ago. oops.

got invited to a club opening last week. couldn't make it but turns out this week was the owner's birthday so it was a better deal anyway.
good bellydancers + good hookah + good friends = a very happy me.

shirt: adrienne vittadini
skirt: dries van noten
boots: repetto

will be adding things on ebay if anyone is interested.

no crops/late

for my brother's birthday party. decided to take pics in my living room. lighting's off but had no alternative. working on an autopole and setting up studio space. aaah, so much work.









top: calvin klein
shorts: marithe+francois girbaud
shoes: repetto canvas (a bi%ch to keep clean)
rings: gold from dad, silver from mexico

BLOODY EPIC



fantastic

Slick

Last Saturday night, celebrated my darling Vicky's birthday and first year in New York. North London has come to Harlem and it's BEAUTIFUL. She's thin, she's hot, and I'd hate her bony little guts if I didn't love her like a sister (already). I love those kinds of relationships. KABOOM: FRIENDS.

She requested that guests don black/white. No one was there in those colors, so my effort was almost lost, except people seemed to like me outfit. Like really like it. So it was rendered post worthy. Take THAT traditionalists.




Smoking party in the hallway


I brought the speakers but they were almost useless against the roar. It turned into a 3 apartment party with people ferrying in and out, up and down stairs. I was so sober. All night. And yet, our impromptu dance party seemed wholly appropriate.





After fondling a snake, running around the roof, avoiding the red velvet cake, and completely missing the birthday song, I managed to get home intact.







And a recent construction:





white shirt: michael stars
mesh tunic: rogan
shoes: neil barrett men's
red clutch: sally's boutique (or more fondly, the salvation army)