No G.D.M.

A man with no sense of home has no sense of stability… this social week started off with an abrupt 15 minutes of 2 out of world display. My friend Kory, a successful Parisian it boy found out his fiance, an attractive older woman named Dita who emitted an uber luxe persona of Chanel wardrobe and bottle services, was a fraud. He had broken away from her a few days ago for a new younger paragon. In a bitter drunken rage he posted her truth… that she was married to a con artist and attained a tainted wealth… dirty money brought dirty association brought disassociation… She may have been kind, but the deceptive money made me think if her mellow coke chic temperament was also a con… After finding this truth out. My broken friend Alex suddenly messaged me and in an outburst of mild desperation he conceptualized his hardship with love. He was the ultimate sweetheart, and in all honesty I could so see myself with him if he was into it. With every girl he me met, he also struggled with ending up being every girls Mother. Why do we like the jerky assholes and bitches? At 4 AM I had my own realizations of this storybook sweet princess and valiant prince set up. We like our fuck ups because perhaps it better fuels our imagination and hopes of the change for better, the consistent improvements…

Hours before Nico and I Played the Mandrake where the sound was muffled and our voice came clear… The night was crowded and Papermag's it girl Camille Rousseau was out to celebrate her birthday… It was nice to be able to pull most of the east to the west as well are rediscover the hidden coven of the westside hipsters…

Hunfucked



This is Art... she is my newest Obsession

Bang Bang's Colby Kline and Nicole Quessenberry

BJ Panda Bear and Nico

The next night ASKA played Bardot and set a chill vibe of some second coming of a Yoko Ono+Portishead+Blonde Redhead-y performance. My friend Nikolai's mother came out to party it up with out her son, the dispassion and situation was prime, to get drunk and mildly fondled be my friends mom was like a queercore Graduate. My friend Isaac came wine drunken and silly. He came with someone I had placed certain interests in, lets call this one PJ… PJ was so different to my personal norm because PJ fit in as literally normal hard working all American, they had been part of the corporate masses with Isaac living for the party and PJ holding back, yet to see someone out and about so normal and unhip, I liked it. Tailing me throughout the night I wasn't fully sure of what to expect. I had been so distant from the real thing that any attention placed on me that was more than the expected and contrived greetings of the night seemed to be like a night out at the dinner at a steak house. After 6 vodka sodas and a re-acquaintance with the artistry of flirting.

Ursula visiting

Mama Ana Calderon and Huggy

Papa Myles Hendrik

Lara

Aska

Naughty Noah No NO





Pleasure Doing Business

Vicky



Deth





I live for when Io is as drunk as me

hair





juju and niko











brett



jo dee

I left 15 minutes to ending and headed with them. We stopped by PJs and laid on the bed, PJ sober, me coherent and Isaac shit faced and silly. My phone was nearly dead but had enough to muster a few tracks from Beach House. I told Pj that this was the perfect music to kill oneself in a ruffled blouse and bell bottoms, what I didn't mention was my feeling of making out with the most of passions in this ensemble waiting to die. We both were reclining on our backs, Isaac had stepped out, "Heart of Chambers" blared and I felt mildly out of body. I couldn't move, my mind contemplated what to do. Do I make a move, wait for PJ to make a move? Now or never, Now or never My heart beat, I switched and turned onto my side facing Pj and opened my eyes to PJ cross armed, holding a pillow. I started trying not to read into it, was this cross armed move an attempt at holding off, saying, "Not tonight, Not Ever!" or perhaps "Hey I'm really not into you… you are sweet and all though" or "Not tonight, not yet, I like you" and of course I couldn't rule out "It's so late I'm tired, I woke up at 8 AM today, and now I have to drop you off". I kind of gave up with the mixed messages. Having had so much fun at Bardot I didn't understand what was going on, had I been that far removed from the sociality of flirting and figuring out the right moves. I was so emotionally withered, I was all too ready to thrive and get hydrated. I went home at close to 5 and crashed the next morning I hydrated myself alone with a bottle of coconut water, desiccated and forlorn.

My next night was ana

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