3.28.2009
///ptwitty///
diddy @d'lila: you gon' be president one day.
diddy @jessie: ..you gon' be vice president........
WHATTHE.. that's messed up, ptwitty.
///lolz///
lloyd banks & kanye west
talib kweli & dizzee rascal
lil wayne & caveman
notorious big & pharrell williams
talib kweli & dizzee rascal
lil wayne & caveman
notorious big & pharrell williams
3.21.2009
///[birth]day///
just another day in the life.. and just another weekend.
march 13th: casual night at cinespace. pop champagne ohhh!
then post-clubbing food at the standard, downtown la. their food is whatevsss. i only really enjoyed the six cups of coffee.
march 14th: stoned clowning at the g-rove.
getting ready for asian night [read: not wearing a little black dress and stilettos].
crazies at ritual.
asian invasionnn.
then the roosevelt for veggie burger time!
march 15th: lunch at farmer's market, the grove - fish and chips, shrimp and rice. i've had better but it was there, so we ate it.
followed by ridiculous shitt at barnes & noble..
what. kind. of. a. magazine. ?!? + a chanel DOLL editorial. super weird.
in line at starbucks, we saw these.
these books WIN. funniest shit of the day. wahida clark, you mustmustmust be my new favorite author.
went to the theaters. best film of the year: slumpuppy. oh, dev.. <3 <3 <3
also got a kaleidoscope. my new fave thing.
/end.
march 13th: casual night at cinespace. pop champagne ohhh!
then post-clubbing food at the standard, downtown la. their food is whatevsss. i only really enjoyed the six cups of coffee.
march 14th: stoned clowning at the g-rove.
getting ready for asian night [read: not wearing a little black dress and stilettos].
crazies at ritual.
asian invasionnn.
then the roosevelt for veggie burger time!
march 15th: lunch at farmer's market, the grove - fish and chips, shrimp and rice. i've had better but it was there, so we ate it.
followed by ridiculous shitt at barnes & noble..
what. kind. of. a. magazine. ?!? + a chanel DOLL editorial. super weird.
in line at starbucks, we saw these.
these books WIN. funniest shit of the day. wahida clark, you mustmustmust be my new favorite author.
went to the theaters. best film of the year: slumpuppy. oh, dev.. <3 <3 <3
also got a kaleidoscope. my new fave thing.
/end.
3.19.2009
///now///
updated photo just released yesterday - the face of fucked up. look at them eyesss. rah.
love from tania's iphone.
love from tania's iphone.
3.16.2009
///hotelier///
hotel puerta america in madrid is still my absolute fave fave faveee. must go there. MUST. if i were to do photos, i wouldn't be able to choose which ones to upload.. so i'm leaving this post photo-less.
love from tania's iphone.
love from tania's iphone.
3.11.2009
///tanye west///
Dearest Kanye,
I'm sorry we didn't acknowledge you [read: weren't all over your dick] while shopping at the Double RL flagship store on Melrose earlier this evening. We just weren't starstruck, though I wish we had been.. you were probably waiting for us to approach you/wondering why we weren't approaching you. I was more intrigued by the amazing RL Vintage mens boots to be honest. Oh, and the beautifulll watch of whoever was driving your black Escalade. My sincerest apologies again.. I wish you all the best in your future endeavours.
Always,
Tania.
I'm sorry we didn't acknowledge you [read: weren't all over your dick] while shopping at the Double RL flagship store on Melrose earlier this evening. We just weren't starstruck, though I wish we had been.. you were probably waiting for us to approach you/wondering why we weren't approaching you. I was more intrigued by the amazing RL Vintage mens boots to be honest. Oh, and the beautifulll watch of whoever was driving your black Escalade. My sincerest apologies again.. I wish you all the best in your future endeavours.
Always,
Tania.
3.10.2009
///fazyonnn///
I just woke from a dream that I was the most amazing, and not to
mention PAID, fashion intern. I kept forgetting the designer's name - it was something between Catherine Malandrino and Carolina Herrera. ? She asked me what I'd be wearing to the big fashion show with her tomorrow night [a discreetly cool invite], I said I didn't know. So I proceeded to go through the store and style myself some great outfit. As well as her own brand, she sold a couple other designers as well.. Like five others, but i only remember Diane Von Furstenberg. I know there was a bright blue minidress with cows and cartoony farm imagery on it that reminded me of something Jeremy Scott might do. And a bunch of beige furry jackets and vests that i wanted. There were lotsss of florals going on as well. And beautiful scarves. There were these sneaker platforms I loved, with a light floral print, very springy. The style reminded me very much of the purple ones I want from Opening Ceremony. Anyway, she called me later on that night telling me about the importance of exercising before coming into work each day. I agreed to do so. Jumproping, perhaps. There was another boss - a man with the
likes of Joe from Lipstick Jungle. Totally cool, totally handsome. He called me with an invite, too.. For next Wednesday. Our designer was part of this certain high end group that combined fashion houses, restaurants, and hotels. All the best of the best. He said we'd be going for dinner, then we could go to one of several lounge bars [he listed three names of really expensive fancy venues], then he'd introduce me to some of our business partners.
With this pay, I was able to afford myself this little dark house in the middle of an extremely suburban neighborhood. All the other houses were a cute pastel color while mine looked like burnt wood. I told my co-worker at lunch that "I'm still working on it."
My iPhone screen was smashed like a glass spiderweb.
love from tania's iphone.
PS The other night I dreamt I got an Alice Dellal haircut like I've always wanted. But my mom would kill me. And my dad would silently hate me. They already find my lip odious. I think I'll just lighten my hair instead..
Dear Alice:
mention PAID, fashion intern. I kept forgetting the designer's name - it was something between Catherine Malandrino and Carolina Herrera. ? She asked me what I'd be wearing to the big fashion show with her tomorrow night [a discreetly cool invite], I said I didn't know. So I proceeded to go through the store and style myself some great outfit. As well as her own brand, she sold a couple other designers as well.. Like five others, but i only remember Diane Von Furstenberg. I know there was a bright blue minidress with cows and cartoony farm imagery on it that reminded me of something Jeremy Scott might do. And a bunch of beige furry jackets and vests that i wanted. There were lotsss of florals going on as well. And beautiful scarves. There were these sneaker platforms I loved, with a light floral print, very springy. The style reminded me very much of the purple ones I want from Opening Ceremony. Anyway, she called me later on that night telling me about the importance of exercising before coming into work each day. I agreed to do so. Jumproping, perhaps. There was another boss - a man with the
likes of Joe from Lipstick Jungle. Totally cool, totally handsome. He called me with an invite, too.. For next Wednesday. Our designer was part of this certain high end group that combined fashion houses, restaurants, and hotels. All the best of the best. He said we'd be going for dinner, then we could go to one of several lounge bars [he listed three names of really expensive fancy venues], then he'd introduce me to some of our business partners.
With this pay, I was able to afford myself this little dark house in the middle of an extremely suburban neighborhood. All the other houses were a cute pastel color while mine looked like burnt wood. I told my co-worker at lunch that "I'm still working on it."
My iPhone screen was smashed like a glass spiderweb.
love from tania's iphone.
PS The other night I dreamt I got an Alice Dellal haircut like I've always wanted. But my mom would kill me. And my dad would silently hate me. They already find my lip odious. I think I'll just lighten my hair instead..
Dear Alice:
///march: blazed daze///
march is my month. the fourteenth is my birthday. seventeen will be my age. here's a recap of the past week or so..
before the 1st [on february 28th], i helped my friends mikko and joseph move out of their westside apartment [mentioned in a previous post]. i played on their laptops, drew on their boxes, and helped carry small things [which were actually still pretty heavy for me cos i suck and my entire body ached for the next three days].
i went to v2o that same night [saturday], rocky was djing and i met up with rachel and gina who came up from irvine.
as much as it revolts me, i ended up eating jack in the crack for my post-clubbing-vomit-inducing meal. it sucked, but i still ate it. the cheap lemonade always quenches my drunken dehydration, though, so i guess that part's a-ok..
evidently, i also went to area at one point. and, evidently, i am running out of dresses so i ended up wearing one of my old cut up vintage finds from thank you mart [the $3.99 store in westwood]. whatevs, at least i didn't look like everyone else.. [but instead like a 12-year-old girl that got lost].
last thursday, after a trip to kinko's [so helena could print out some headshots].. archrival was having their alter ego show where local artists painted pieces in styles completely different to their own. bumped into several people that i had not seen in ages which was lovely. although there was free flowing white wine, beer, assorted cheeses, grapes, and even shrimp at the show.. helena and i's hunger was still not satisfied so we went across the street to ebisu and ordered the BOAT. the menu says it's good for two, but it's more like good for FOUR. whatevs, we ate half that night, took the rest home and ate the other half the following day.
joseph and i met up with crackhead rachel and cutesie sally this past friday at green door where the doorman was a complete and utter fucktard.
doorfag: whose list are you on?
me: i'm not on any list.. i'm here with george, he's the owner.
doorfag: -laughs in my face- no he's not. [insert random name here] is the owner.
me: uhm.. ok......
doorfag: i'll let you in and he has to pay $20.
me: [knowing there isn't supposed to be a cover charge.. EVER] um. we'll just wait, i'm gonna make a call. [so i call george and he says he's gonna come to the door.. two minutes later, he comes]
girl at door [to doorfag]: it's george! hi, george! he's the owner, you guys!
doorfag: -look of embarassment and stun on his stupid-ass face-
george [to me]: -hug- who are you with? -walks us both in for free-
I WILL KILL THAT DOORMAN NEXT TIME.
anyway, after the club closed and i was on the freeway home, rachel calls. her car has been stolen. so i turn around and go back. she's freaking/stressing out for an hour and is about to make a police report, et cet.. then she says we should go up to the top floor and second check to see if she just forgot where she parked.. we go up the elevator, she looks directly across saying it was RIGHT THERE. i turn around and look at the other side of the parking lot, "ummm, rachel? what color is your car again? ..isn't that it right there on the OTHER SIDE???" c-r-a-c-k-h-e-a-d. i knew it wasn't stolen!
across from the parking structure, there's this bookstore. it's on ivar. i really want to go there one day. i love art books. i also want some coffee table books on the world's best hotels.. i am sooo into hotels. ugh.
on sunday, richard drove up from san diego cos he wanted to go shopping. we got stoned, went to melrose, la cienega, the beverly center, the grove, the roosevelt, ihop, and walgreens.
i always find this really really fucking weird - along melrose, there's this dude that sets up these stands of huge stuffed toy tigers at the corner of the gas station. but, WHY THERE???
something else unusual i saw - someone tagged this on a rubbish bin:
my reaction to the ACURA with LAMBO DOORS we saw while waiting for our car at the beverly center valet [lolzzz]:
on the way to the grove, daylight savings made 5pm into 6pm and the museums had already closed [lacma and petersen automotive museum]. booo.
i took touristy photos at the grove [which is like the disneyland of shopping centers].
while waiting for 8:20pm to come 'round so i could finally watch confessions of a shopaholic [lolz], we grabbed some soy coffee at barnes & noble and browsed the bookies.
waiting for our car at valet, leaving the grove, we saw the dopesttt car ever [a trillion times better than the lambo doored acura]. AKA my new motivation to do well in life.
then we went to twenty five degrees at the roosevelt in hollywood for dinner. i love the waiters there. i got the gourmet tomato soup and grilled triple cheese sandwich combo.
yeh, this meal was quickly followed up by ihop for our sixteenth meal of the day or something. and i don't know why i was dressed like a 'hey little mami/why you dress so funky' o_O
later when i got home, i listened to my new vinyl - yup, i finally bought the lykke li album. i need to fix the sound cable on my sony turntable.. cos i don't think this portable vestax one is going to hold up any longer. the needle is FUCKED.
well that was lengthy. /end.
before the 1st [on february 28th], i helped my friends mikko and joseph move out of their westside apartment [mentioned in a previous post]. i played on their laptops, drew on their boxes, and helped carry small things [which were actually still pretty heavy for me cos i suck and my entire body ached for the next three days].
i went to v2o that same night [saturday], rocky was djing and i met up with rachel and gina who came up from irvine.
as much as it revolts me, i ended up eating jack in the crack for my post-clubbing-vomit-inducing meal. it sucked, but i still ate it. the cheap lemonade always quenches my drunken dehydration, though, so i guess that part's a-ok..
evidently, i also went to area at one point. and, evidently, i am running out of dresses so i ended up wearing one of my old cut up vintage finds from thank you mart [the $3.99 store in westwood]. whatevs, at least i didn't look like everyone else.. [but instead like a 12-year-old girl that got lost].
last thursday, after a trip to kinko's [so helena could print out some headshots].. archrival was having their alter ego show where local artists painted pieces in styles completely different to their own. bumped into several people that i had not seen in ages which was lovely. although there was free flowing white wine, beer, assorted cheeses, grapes, and even shrimp at the show.. helena and i's hunger was still not satisfied so we went across the street to ebisu and ordered the BOAT. the menu says it's good for two, but it's more like good for FOUR. whatevs, we ate half that night, took the rest home and ate the other half the following day.
joseph and i met up with crackhead rachel and cutesie sally this past friday at green door where the doorman was a complete and utter fucktard.
doorfag: whose list are you on?
me: i'm not on any list.. i'm here with george, he's the owner.
doorfag: -laughs in my face- no he's not. [insert random name here] is the owner.
me: uhm.. ok......
doorfag: i'll let you in and he has to pay $20.
me: [knowing there isn't supposed to be a cover charge.. EVER] um. we'll just wait, i'm gonna make a call. [so i call george and he says he's gonna come to the door.. two minutes later, he comes]
girl at door [to doorfag]: it's george! hi, george! he's the owner, you guys!
doorfag: -look of embarassment and stun on his stupid-ass face-
george [to me]: -hug- who are you with? -walks us both in for free-
I WILL KILL THAT DOORMAN NEXT TIME.
anyway, after the club closed and i was on the freeway home, rachel calls. her car has been stolen. so i turn around and go back. she's freaking/stressing out for an hour and is about to make a police report, et cet.. then she says we should go up to the top floor and second check to see if she just forgot where she parked.. we go up the elevator, she looks directly across saying it was RIGHT THERE. i turn around and look at the other side of the parking lot, "ummm, rachel? what color is your car again? ..isn't that it right there on the OTHER SIDE???" c-r-a-c-k-h-e-a-d. i knew it wasn't stolen!
across from the parking structure, there's this bookstore. it's on ivar. i really want to go there one day. i love art books. i also want some coffee table books on the world's best hotels.. i am sooo into hotels. ugh.
on sunday, richard drove up from san diego cos he wanted to go shopping. we got stoned, went to melrose, la cienega, the beverly center, the grove, the roosevelt, ihop, and walgreens.
i always find this really really fucking weird - along melrose, there's this dude that sets up these stands of huge stuffed toy tigers at the corner of the gas station. but, WHY THERE???
something else unusual i saw - someone tagged this on a rubbish bin:
my reaction to the ACURA with LAMBO DOORS we saw while waiting for our car at the beverly center valet [lolzzz]:
on the way to the grove, daylight savings made 5pm into 6pm and the museums had already closed [lacma and petersen automotive museum]. booo.
i took touristy photos at the grove [which is like the disneyland of shopping centers].
while waiting for 8:20pm to come 'round so i could finally watch confessions of a shopaholic [lolz], we grabbed some soy coffee at barnes & noble and browsed the bookies.
waiting for our car at valet, leaving the grove, we saw the dopesttt car ever [a trillion times better than the lambo doored acura]. AKA my new motivation to do well in life.
then we went to twenty five degrees at the roosevelt in hollywood for dinner. i love the waiters there. i got the gourmet tomato soup and grilled triple cheese sandwich combo.
yeh, this meal was quickly followed up by ihop for our sixteenth meal of the day or something. and i don't know why i was dressed like a 'hey little mami/why you dress so funky' o_O
later when i got home, i listened to my new vinyl - yup, i finally bought the lykke li album. i need to fix the sound cable on my sony turntable.. cos i don't think this portable vestax one is going to hold up any longer. the needle is FUCKED.
well that was lengthy. /end.