obsessed

It might help to understand I have a huge crush on Patrick Bateman.  And Brett Easton Ellis's pretentious tweets (yes, an inanimate object).  All issues aside, Miles Fisher's cover of the Talking Heads song is just awesome, too.

-c

help, im stuck in a rut...

...and its called the Meatpacking District.  My friend and I are running away from the promoter-land of Little West 12th Street for a night to go roam around chinatown.  Its so easy to stay in that convenient lull of familiarity until you remember its new york fucking city and you should never be comfortable. 

photo cred W

-c

california habits die hard

Back on the West Coast a long time ago (it feels like), I preferred Malboro Reds.  I used to sneak out on my balcony like the little bad-ass I thought I was and suck one down as fast as I could before my parents caught on.  I liked them for a variety of reasons... the goosebumps that first inhale raised on my arms, the rich, satisfying trumpet of chemical smoke I'd exhale, and also the elegant label I never really knew how to pronounce.

Eventually I came off that 5 minute buzz of feeling like a forties Femme Fatale and realized how disgusting they actually tasted.  Alas, my smoking habit disappeared just like so many of my other short-lived hobbies.  

Funny though, I never liked American Spirits.  Obviously a walking sign for unfettered ADD, I hated how they burned far longer than my 3 minute attention span.  How ironic that here, in the city where cigarette breaks last about as long as a New York minute and the cigs are expected to burn just as fast, I found myself asking for that  familiar turquoise box last week.  

They taste softer, a little less grating on my throat--and they burn deliciously slow.  There aren't many excuses to stop completely in New York, but an American Spirit works just fine.  

-c

hello again

I love sounding smart when I quote things…I’ll dig up these obscure little quotes I’m pretty sure I would’ve remembered even without Quotes.com (yeah, sure); this time though, immaturity takes the chips.  Sadly, embarrassingly, and painfully Britney is whom I reference when I say: “It’s been a while.”

It’s not some online audience I’m letting down (unless imaginary audiences count), it’s myself.  A lot has happened since my last post and most of it for the good.  I dropped out of high school, got myself a GED (3 days baby), and moved to the opposite of all things So-Cal: New York City.  I’ve been here for 2 months now interning at Nicole Miller which is absolutely amazing. 

The city is preposterously phenomenal, if I think about it too much it overwhelms me how much potential I have here.  So I’m restarting this blog--it’s my miniscule attempt to chip away at this city, and my life, one post at a time.  What am I going to write about?  I’m not an expert on anything and I’m clearly a novice to life in the city in every possible way… but who knows, could that be my one field of mastery?  

-c