The Famous Chronicles

09/11/2009

von Hottie: what's really waiting at the end of the rainbow

vonhottie:

Dear von Hottie,

we made friends with 6 new gay men in the past 2 weeks.  Six!!!  it’s an embarrassment of riches.  and we owe it all to you.

Love, XXXX

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05/11/2009

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04/11/2009

The serial killers in my play really like this song.

And right before they sing this song, they sang some Careless Whisper.

These women are out of control! We need some Spanx up in here.

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“ Basically, I realized, I was living in that awful stage of life from the age of twenty-six to thirty-seven known as stupidity. It’s when you don’t know anything, not even as much as you did when you were younger, and you don’t even have a philosophy about all the things you don’t know, the way you did when you were twenty or would again when you were thirty-eight. „

Lorrie Moore, Anagrams (via tylercoates)

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31/10/2009

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Time Out New York Naked Shoot

I’m not even sure what the best part of today was …
- The 10 people getting into 1950s cocktail hair, makeup & wardrobe in my apartment in only and hour and a half!
- The journalist hanging out in my living room, sipping prosecco & jotting down everything everyone said.
- Running to the bathroom yelling, “I’ve got to wash my nipples!”
- Putting on the pasties and then triumphantly exclaiming, “Check out my nipple flowers!” They were lacy. I was excited.
- Opening the door wearing a very little wrap and hot rollers, expecting to see one of my friends but instead seeing the UPS man. Whoops.
- Getting a case of prosecco delivered to my apartment before everyone arrived.
- Opening 3 bottles before the shoot. Opening 6 after.
- One of my friends saying, “You’re one of 4 people that can coax me out of my self-absorption.”
- Raiding my fridge for Girl Scout cookies, which got everyone very excited.
- Handing a hanger full of pearl necklaces for my friend to carry across the street to the photo shoot.
- Arriving at the location, standing half-naked while my friend stitched pearl necklaces on me.
- Needing 12 packs of pearl necklaces opened immediately. Screeching, “I need assistance” and having everyone rush over and form this beautiful little sweatshop assembly line. Then apologizing profusely for having yelled.
-Reminding everyone they were all on “vag patrol.”
-Waddling over to the couch for the shoot, covering my woo-hoo with a red glitter heart.
- Liz blowing bubbles in my face.
-Looking around and realizing I’d convinced 9 people to hang out in cocktail attire while I was naked, and they all seemed to think it was a great idea, too.
-Looking over at my wife, realizing she wasn’t a theater person like the rest but she really pulls through her stage fright when I need her.
- Amanda being referred to by the photographer as “Crying Girl On the Left”
-Kate’s amazing playlist she made in the car on the way to my apartment.
- The photographer asking me to switch up poses and trying to figure out how to change my look without disrupting the delicately draped pearls. I settled for head angles. The shoulders had to remain stationery.
-The powder girl had the softest powder brush. I wanted to marry it. I kind of purred every time she powdered me.
- Walking back across the street to my apartment, wearing only a robe, 15 lbs of pearls and heels, surrounded by my von-tourage.
- And then, getting everyone drunk in my apartment and making all their Girl Scout cookie dreams come true.

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30/10/2009

shoes

shoes

pearls

pearls

vonhottie:

Tomorrow, von Hottie will be wearing these two things … and a smile.

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27/10/2009

You might see something similar to this in Time Out New York in November.

lacontessa:


marydear:sugar-hips-ramblings:modfetish:fetishdesign:moonweed:
scarletlotus:carnalknowledge:finenudes:eekeek:

You might see something similar to this in Time Out New York in November.

lacontessa:

marydear:sugar-hips-ramblings:modfetish:fetishdesign:moonweed:

scarletlotus:carnalknowledge:finenudes:eekeek:

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24/10/2009

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23/10/2009

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The First Family’s Official Portrait.

When I see pictures of the First Family, I start to think, Maybe I will get married and have babies. But only if my husband is just like Barack Obama, my kids look like Sasha and Malia, and I can hula hoop like Michelle. Otherwise, I’ll stick to my imaginary-cat, crazy-fun single-lady existence in which everything is either pink and/or sparkly and all the good stuff happens after 9pm.

The First Family’s Official Portrait.

When I see pictures of the First Family, I start to think, Maybe I will get married and have babies. But only if my husband is just like Barack Obama, my kids look like Sasha and Malia, and I can hula hoop like Michelle. Otherwise, I’ll stick to my imaginary-cat, crazy-fun single-lady existence in which everything is either pink and/or sparkly and all the good stuff happens after 9pm.

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This guy dressed as Spiderman was pulling people around Greenwich Village in his pedicab and then flipping them over in stunts like this. I thought the bouncer outside Groove put it best: “Yeah, he’s making money now, but somebody is going to sue that motherfucker.”

This guy dressed as Spiderman was pulling people around Greenwich Village in his pedicab and then flipping them over in stunts like this. I thought the bouncer outside Groove put it best: “Yeah, he’s making money now, but somebody is going to sue that motherfucker.”

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22/10/2009

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“ My dad told me, “I’m going to die and then you’ll have money.” No dad, you’re never going to die. He’ll be 110. He’s spending his money even though it’s MY money. I love my dad and my mom. Although my mom said she would beat me to death before she’d share that money… This guy said “I’m tired of being weird.” aka he’s tired of me not talking to him … I only send him text messages in foreign languages. he doesn’t understand them & sometimes they’re really dirty. And sometimes they say I wish you were human… It’s not my fault …Did I tell you about the man I’m going to marry? I went tailgating & at 2am it was boring & this guy said what’s up & he introduced me to his friend & he seemed nice & normal but the problem is, & I said this to him, he’s not educated & doesn’t make any money, and I CARE about those things… I’ve decided to love it for what it is until he gets me a job in California and then he can fuck off… . I told him I was moving to LA and he was pissed … you wanna control where I live, then fuck me, marry me, then you can control where I eat, live & piss, but he’s not ready for that responsibility, because I’m too SMART… my aunt’s advice to all young ladies is, “Smell like good pussy” … if you smell like Chanel you’re not going to attract, like, 50 Cent…and that’s why you should have Thanksgiving with my family… the basement is a bar! …what more could you want? That’s all I want. . .I am a genius, and put that in it. „

These are the phone calls I get at 3 am.

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20/10/2009

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