view more photos from the night >> It’s too nice outside to write, and Linus is literally whining as he paws at the window. So I’ll leave you with these thumbnails as the storytellers. Saw Sarah Hudson bang it…
Continue reading...10. September 2004
So Casey Johnson’s tit popped out at Milieu on Wednesday. Big deal. Mine popped out at Gallery last night–well nearly; the strap of my shirt broke. Thankfully, I caught it before pulling a Janet. “Stephanie, um, can I hold…
Continue reading...8. September 2004
I used to work for Tim & Nina Zagat. I devoured restaurant surveys and highlighted the creative and the witty. I thought in blurbs. I ate free letter by letter, and my fret was never the bill but which…
Continue reading...7. September 2004
Me and Beyonce courtesy of Chris London of ManhattanSociety.com Click here to view all the pics from the night >> It’s a Sunday night in the city, and I’m itching to go out come Sunday…
Continue reading...28. August 2004
is all about the truffle sandwiches and Tuscan wine. You see the postcards of dick. Not see Dick and Jane at the David. I’m talking dick. Postcards of all the penis in Florence. Naked statues get photographed. And people…
Continue reading...26. August 2004
I am a broken record. GET OUT. I just cannot deal. I keep saying it; it is all gorgeous. Aquamarine, rocks, everything smells of suntan lotion. I am so happy. I wish you were here with me, to put…
Continue reading...24. August 2004
the city is just that; a mediocre lunch meat. It smells a little better, but it leaves you kind of soggy and wanting what she is having. There is nothing to do in Bologna besides churches and museums. I…
Continue reading...23. August 2004
In just one step I smell leather then plums, then onto baked goods. Amazingly, I have photographed more than just food on this trip to Venice. My photos have been post cards. I am in love with Venice, love…
Continue reading...19. August 2004
I’m going to Italy for two weeks. I leave this weekend. First stop: Venice. Hitting Cinque Terra, driving through Tuscany (so going the "Under the Tuscan Sun" route by way of Cortona and Arezzo) to Florence, then rounding it off…
Continue reading...6. August 2004
If it were a basketball court, we’d be in the paint. We’re at Stone Rose, in the thick of the action, because Stone Rose is all men, and we’re definitely all women. I’m with my rosy ladies clicking glasses,…
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11. September 2004
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