our prophet

Ladies and brahs, please allow me to introduce to you the official mascot of White Lightning:

KURT COBACON !

Brought to you courtesy of Hunter Stephenson, Crayola crayons & an unusally long wait at Egg.

bloody and mean and rotten to the core

i think i wore this monday. it's all a blur.



thrift leather skirt / white silk off shoulder crop top fantasia / 80s charms necklace/cara croninger ring / fake wayfarers

this might be the only white shirt i own. it was on clearance in some store in portland and at the time it seemed like i could not live without it. it feels like you're begging for a wet tee-shirt contest or something tough..gotta stay away from hoses.

this necklace is like mo' cowbell, shit is NOISY. you'll never lose me in a crowd?

to sum up.

transcript of text messages that sum up the burberry party last night pretty succinctly:

friend: hi

me: hi. uh i'm at a barney's party hosted by chuck bass.

friend: ha, really?

me: yes really. it's like a douchey dude convention.

friend: whoa...coke & herpes?

me: no..more like hair straightners & diet pillz.

AAAAND SCENE.


notes for the record:
chuck stayed for about ten mins, he had on a lot of make up and but was still so so cute , i can't lie. so small. very small.

MK was being trailed by derek blasberg most of the night, she was in a trench (probs burberry?), skintight jeans and her signature balenciaga boots. teeny mctinerson, duh.

leigh lezark seems super mean girlish (duh not a shocker) and her bf max minghella was def the hottest boy therrrr. good GRIEF, quite a looker.

all in all...let's be honest, those parties are not so fun unless the gay boys you work with and the ones you know from other magazines are there so you can all gossip and be awful.

gg recap to come tonight, too much actual work....