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This Wednesday the incomparable writer and former club kid James St. James is appearing on America's Next Top Model (8pm)- tune in everyone and watch glamour itself show these wannabe models a thing or two. Tivo or tape it but definitely don't miss this. It isn't often that REAL stars appear on the telly. Personally, I want St. James on his very own dish/style show. I'm bored with all the rest, lets have the legend!
Brigid Berlin: "My mother wanted me to be a slim respectable socialite... Instead I became an overweight troublemaker."
Bridget Berlin and Andy Warhol
Tonight I watched Pie In The Sky: The Bridget Berlin Story. She was a Warhol superstar and close friend of Andy. I’m astonished at how much I relate to this woman. She is a conceptual thinker who by description of John Waters is a fag hag. She also battles an addiction to food. The daughter of a socialite, Bridget tossed aside her families value system and got into drugs in the sixties. She was a creative force behind Andy Warhol and a key member at the factory.
Bridget still lives and NYC and I would adore meeting her. I intend to contact her via telephone and set up a visit with her if she will agree to see me. The woman is a legend in the art world and though this is unpleasant to admit, I don’t like a lot of elderly people but she is one of the few 66year olds I actually admire.
Bridget Berlin circa: 2001
Last night I had a dream that I returned to one of my old jobs for a charity flee maket. I had an old lady hat on and one of my co-workers told me it wasn't appropriate for the event. I got really pissed off and decided to just walk off witout paying for the items i was carrying. As ran through the parking lot to my escape, I decided that if they stoppd me I would turn myself in cause I had a problem. At that moment I was stopped by Ice-T and arrested. He took time out to tell the kids in the parking lot why stealing was bad, I fel so ashamed. We called my mother (a big Ice-T fan as you may recall from an earlier post) and we preceeded to the station. My mother was very concerned about me and Ice-T kept stopping to run errands. I started to think he wasn't a real cop and he might just be trying to scare me with the thought of a night in jail. I wanted help for my apparent shoplifting problem. An old classmate even showed up to help me into the car with the stolen goods, then she tried to kiss me. I always thought she was a lesbian is what ran though my mind.
Check out this pic of Nicole Ritchie. She is SO busted as an anorexic in this picture. A sweather and a coffee, thin, unshiney hair? Three dead give aways of the anorexic. It's really sad.
Per the WorldofWonder.net blog:
Apart from some random, makeshift cardboard dwellings along certain sidewalks, New York City does not have a migrant camp. Until now. Smack in the middle of pretty Central Park. What it is really is a theme park cum interactive science project. Troubled by the 33 million people worldwide who have been uprooted by war and left without adequate food, water, and sanitation, Doctors Without Borders have set up a three-day exhibit in the park that simulates the miserable refugee life, and allows visitors to taste emergency food, learn how basic sanitation is essential to survival, and hear refugees' stories. Knowing New Yorkers, emergency food will become the new chic cuisine and the exhibit will be extended and could run longer than The Fantasticks.
How great is this idea? I love it. I hae been saying for weeks that the displaced people from LA need to go and set up house on the White House lawn. This installation in Central Park drives the point home and it should stay a perminent part of the park until the problems are fixed.
Indulge yourself and read the lush prose of this weeks St. James Version. James St. James was up at 3am the same as me watching the Greta Garbo marathon on TCM. Ok sure he was in LA and I was in the Philadelphia area, but our hearts were in the identical place.
Fashionista and writer James St. James watches Garbo’s costumes with the same reverence I watch my Agatha Christie: Poirot Mystery DVD's for the art deco furnishing and 1930's fashions. The clothes translate perfectly into today with minor alterations. (See Marc Jacobs) I'm happy to discover I'm in grand company as a person who watches classics and period piece films, with a discerning eye for fashion.
Totally Modern Garbo
I have to explain it to you.
It, it started a while ago and …well .. I just….I just haven’t had the chance to tell you.
…..no
Let’s be honest for once – I haven’t had the guts to tell you, to be honest, to be what I am and risk all secure in my new love.
Yes… love! … I said love!!!
For that is what it is – now, for the first time, and for the first time in the history of the world is how it feels to me, I can say it and I can mean it.
Oh I know what your going to say … there he goes looking for something new – never satisfied, even when everything is great as it is he keeps doing it again and again. Well this isn’t like those times!
This is NOT!
This IS the real thing, the primo cut, the A no1, the capo di tuti capi, the mutt’s nuts, the stuffed crust – a love supreme.
Sounds are sweeter, colours more vivid, life is so much alive now – now…. now…
… now that I have found the grail of which the ancients spoke, the beauty that drove tortured Paris to Troy, the love that drove Lord Rama to rescue Sita from the clutches of the evil daemon Ravana , the Ben to my Jerry
Explain? How can I explain? Explain the sky! Explain the stars! Explain the gulf that exists betwixt a baby’s cry and the plucking of a mothers heart string but do not ask me to explain how this…..this…..miracle .. yes… YES.. I Say… MIRACLE!... happened!
Only know it did
And as a friend
… a true friend..
…….be happy for me….
For I have found…
Ayumi Hamasaki
My queen, my pain, my heart, my existence, my breath…Ayu
My life for you.
All music bar jpop is but the discordant clash of tin and bended metals and all jpop is but a pale and water-fed weakened cousin to the majesty of she who’s name I can only whisper – Ayu
But I - who’s words can but mock the gentle beauty of this grace in earthly garb – must perchance fall silent and leave you enthralled by this…
Good men and gentles all I present … Heaven
Lst weekend I headed to NYC to meet up with my friend Mark. Mark is a great model, DJ, musican and writer. Super sweet and super funny, we laugh all the time. He introduced me to his wonderful pal, manhatten hairstylist -Sally who would later end up cutting my hair 9pm on a Saturday night!
I wasn't a half an hour in the city and low and behold I see Michael Musto of the Village Voice on the sidewalk with some people. The ironic thing about this is I have been DYING to meet Musto, but have been unable to pin him down...so to speak. He was taller than I expected so he was easy to spot and I knew the gods were smiling on me. I had to go for it. I went up to him and introduced myself as the person who emails him. I was shaking like a leaf and trying to appear non stalker-ish. It took a sec and then it clicked! He said, "Hi Liz, I love you" and he hugged me. I was stunned. I just waved and walked off as my life was now complete. I did have my camera with me, but I wasn't about to dig through my bag asking him to wait, then pose with me on the sidewalk. As my witness, I made Mark relive every detail all evening long. Thank goodness he is a pal and understood the gravity of what had just taken place.
We had a great weekend. Yummy cocktails whipped up by Mark and I love my new hair cut (Thanks again Sally)! I can't wait to go back and see everyone.
I laid down for a nap today and had the strangest dream. This was really freaky. I dreamed that I was marrying Michael Alig (Which is funny considering he is gay and in prison right now) and having an outdoor wedding. The weather was turning to rain and it was very windy. I decided to parachute (No I have never done this before) into my own wedding and in the dream I'm preparing to do so. Michael's "parents" were there and they were my real Aunt and Uncle (whom I only see at weddings and funerals). My parents were there only my mother looked nothing like my mother more like a playmate and I wondered to myself if my father was insulted that he wasn't walking me down the isle. I had a bunch of bridesmaids that were girls I use to work with, and I didn't trust them to pull it all together. My other Aunt was there with a baby that she had given birth too in the 80's and kept secret from everyone (I had just watched a murdered baby story on Law and Order before I dozed off). In the dream I was very stressed out. I talked to Michael on the phone and he was struggling to make it back for the wedding (Not to much Freud there huh!!?!) as there were some delays (yea, right) at his job. I was running around as things were getting set up telling everyone my that I was 42 and it was very unlike me to be getting married and that Michael hadn't purchased health insurance for us yet (Gee, and all this time I was blaming the Republicans for the lack of health care). Suddenly, the rain began to come down and I was slipping my parachute over my head (???) and hoping that Michael would make it there in time for my big entrance. I was considering holding off until he got there, but the rain was making me feel pressured to get started ( I want to make a movie). I had the feeling that no one really wanted me to get married (I don't think *I* wanted me to get married) and I asked them to be there for me in case my marriage didn't work out (Ah the power of postive thinking). Then I woke up.
Might the anxiety felt have to do with the fact that I start a new job tomorrow? Apparently, marriage is a pretty anxiety producing thought for me.
Friday, September 2nd, 2005
Dear Mr. Bush:
Any idea where all our helicopters are? It's Day 5 of Hurricane Katrina and thousands remain stranded in New Orleans and need to be airlifted. Where on earth could you have misplaced all our military choppers? Do you need help finding them? I once lost my car in a Sears parking lot. Man, was that a drag.
Also, any idea where all our national guard soldiers are? We could really use them right now for the type of thing they signed up to do like helping with national disasters. How come they weren't there to begin with?
Last Thursday I was in south Florida and sat outside while the eye of Hurricane Katrina passed over my head. It was only a Category 1 then but it was pretty nasty. Eleven people died and, as of today, there were still homes without power. That night the weatherman said this storm was on its way to New Orleans. That was Thursday! Did anybody tell you? I know you didn't want to interrupt your vacation and I know how you don't like to get bad news. Plus, you had fundraisers to go to and mothers of dead soldiers to ignore and smear. You sure showed her!
I especially like how, the day after the hurricane, instead of flying to Louisiana, you flew to San Diego to party with your business peeps. Don't let people criticize you for this -- after all, the hurricane was over and what the heck could you do, put your finger in the dike?
And don't listen to those who, in the coming days, will reveal how you specifically reduced the Army Corps of Engineers' budget for New Orleans this summer for the third year in a row. You just tell them that even if you hadn't cut the money to fix those levees, there weren't going to be any Army engineers to fix them anyway because you had a much more important construction job for them -- BUILDING DEMOCRACY IN IRAQ!
On Day 3, when you finally left your vacation home, I have to say I was moved by how you had your Air Force One pilot descend from the clouds as you flew over New Orleans so you could catch a quick look of the disaster. Hey, I know you couldn't stop and grab a bullhorn and stand on some rubble and act like a commander in chief. Been there done that.
There will be those who will try to politicize this tragedy and try to use it against you. Just have your people keep pointing that out. Respond to nothing. Even those pesky scientists who predicted this would happen because the water in the Gulf of Mexico is getting hotter and hotter making a storm like this inevitable. Ignore them and all their global warming Chicken Littles. There is nothing unusual about a hurricane that was so wide it would be like having one F-4 tornado that stretched from New York to Cleveland.
No, Mr. Bush, you just stay the course. It's not your fault that 30 percent of New Orleans lives in poverty or that tens of thousands had no transportation to get out of town. C'mon, they're black! I mean, it's not like this happened to Kennebunkport. Can you imagine leaving white people on their roofs for five days? Don't make me laugh! Race has nothing -- NOTHING -- to do with this!
You hang in there, Mr. Bush. Just try to find a few of our Army helicopters and send them there. Pretend the people of New Orleans and the Gulf Coast are near Tikrit.
Yours,
Michael Moore
MMFlint@aol.com
Posted by Liz at 09:03 PM
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A very sweet pal, elementry school teacher Melissa documents whats it's like surviving in LA these days. Once again this administration lets its own people down. I am enraged watching the coverage.