I'm having my next clandestine affair at The Mondrian, SoHo

Last night was the opening party of The Mondrian, SoHo. The guest list was murder, but we got in just as the wind was whipping up. Open bar, packed with a veritable who's who of the fashion & social scene of Manhattan, it was like a very swank reunion party. Great way to kick off the summer.

Of course, a special apperance by The Kills. I saw them in concert when I first arrived to the city and got my first fashion job. So in a way, The Kills serve as bookends for my fashionable life in NYC. It was strange - I remember feeling so excited to see them when I was younger, and I was much less cool. Now, I have kind of 'made it' in a small sense, and yet, I feel nothing. My friends and I were talking about this - it's the New York effect. Eventually we find a way to complain about even the coolest shit.


Like I said, I'm having my next clandestine affair here. It's just such a sexy space. Maybe it was all the men...


After a few drinks & photos we braved the insane winds and beating rain to head to the after hours party. I ended up having to walk home in the pouring rain because cabs are near-impossible in a storm like that. Total money spent to rub elbows with the fabulous & get a nice buzz? 1 dollar, for the coat check girl. I take it back...

I love New York.

*scorpio*