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Sunday, February 20, 2005
Is Simon Doonan on Law & Order now ?
Man Found Fatally Shot on Platform in Chelsea
Published: February 20, 2005
ubway passengers found a young man dying from a gunshot wound inside a station in the Chelsea section of Manhattan yesterday morning, the police said.
A law enforcement official identified the man as Germon Cabrera, 26. He was found lying on his back on the southbound platform of the No. 1 and 9 trains at the West 18th Street station, the police said, and was wearing a black leather jacket and a dark blue shirt, with his legs crumpled beneath him.
Pretty sad story right? However if you keep reading the style mavens at the NY Times just had to put this quote in there to give the whole story a glaze of style and luxury. Was i reading an obituary or the real estate section.....
"There's a Barney's warehouse sale right around the corner," said Eva Churchill, 28, a graduate student who lives in Harlem. "It's Chelsea, it's fancy here."
Fugging dysrespekt........
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Sunday, February 06, 2005
Deep in This and That. Buried.
Just Let Go (Tommy Sunshine Remix) by Fischerspooner
Thanks for all your hateful and kunty komments about how my blague has disappeared faster than Paris Hilton's career after her SNL appearance last night but seriously je have been so busy it's not even funny (much like SNL). And besides when it rains it pours so finally I have some gorge stuff to share, and wear.
As I am certain all queens across blogdom are gushing about, but tis true it is FASCISON WEEEK here in Gotham and finally the fashion peeps can go out and drink and drug and dress up!. Not to comment negatively but this fashion week has so far been one of the most tired and annoying ones in recent memory, and I know you agree with me if you have done any of it since Thursday. No filthy tidbits in the New York Post. Zero catfights.The Mao party was at Marquee (ew). Heatherette went mainstream. Wendy Pepper showed her stuff! OMG, READ ON!
One of the better parties of fashion week was not this year. Brilliant PR junket Mao always publishes a fashiony rag, called Mao Mag, and there is always a cute party to go along with it. Well as I mentioned before, it was at Marquis this season, a HUGE step down from the tacky/fabulous Paramount or Hudson Hotels, where previous Mao's have been held. Barn chic puts it politely as a confused convoy of fashion friendsters continously bumped and dumped $14 drinks in plastique cups all over each other. AWFUL.The ever scowling Michael Lucas was proudly pimping his HOT porn pup Wilfried Knight ("Come here I would like you to meet my superstar", he purred to me) like he was Andy Warhol introducing a can of soup.
Speaking of A. Wahrol, I was impressed with this one chap doing Andy drag, until someone told me it might have been Phillip Seymour Hoffman underneath.. UGH.
Patrick looked dandy and Zelda looked AMAZING.
The Heatherette show was FAIR at best this year. Tout le gossipe of Mariah Carey, Pam Anderson, and Miss Piggy slithering down the runway was overblown, even though the latter did make the best showing of the night. Jake of Sellout Sisters graced the stage this year as le surprise guest which didn't surprise me as he would attend the opening of an enevlope, and of course Amanda was there because it wouldn't be a Heatherette show without her (I do give props to the interview of Amanda in the new Mao Mag - it's quite graphic). The best Getty Image to date has to be the delovey and deranged Lizzie Grubman on the verge of having a fun Tara Reid moment with that tanned teet of her begging to flop out and bash Miss Piggy on her foam head. 
THANK GOD MTV's GIVING HER A REALITY SHOW!
The afterparty at Glo has already been immortalized by many as an epic disaster. And here's the recipe for said disaster : Take one huge bridge and tunnel club in the StraightPacking District, mix in some of the meanest 400lb door people ever ( "I've tried to be nice, but step the fuck back up!"), add 2000 lame-asses in the main room fratdancing to One More Time and Living on a Prayer, and relegate the Heatherette afterparty to a stuffy cramped mezzanine overlooking the 2000 lame-asses. It was like dangling a tiara over a trash compactor. Regardless here's some fun shots!
And even though I LOVE Kenny Kenny, his latest look of bejewled enlightenment looks to have been inspired by tsunami victims or those crazy women in Kenya with all the rings that support their necks...
Getty Images kept refering to him in their credits as "an Unidentified Quest" which I wonder if that was a typo or intentional!
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