let the world know that i am sick. it is true. i feel like the neverending downfall that is college midterms has not subsided for about 5 milleniums, and it feels like an extra 5.5 milleniums with the extra magical touch of being sick to act as that glaze on the ceramic--you know what i mean.
it's 2:06 am and i really wanted to record tonight because it was so good. just so good. as a member of college group at the met, i have the awesome opportunity to help put on events at the--THE--metropolitan museum of awesome art.
tonight we held an event for the met's warhol exhibit (sixty artists, fifty years) and it was off the chain. with hundreds of the most good looking and well dressed college students strolling into the great hall, it was definitely a party up in there. since the exhibit and event was all about warhol, well, guests were expected to get into relevant garb.
i was really excited to dress up because i LOVE the 60s. black and white photography, edie sedgewick, mod, black and white and some more black and white, that's all up my alley yo. i wanted to try some twiggy eye lash eye liner make up, but turns out, it doesn't look so flattering on the asian face. (#storyofmylife) but i was just as pleased with my bouffant and i received lots of compliments for the outfit!
and to think that just 3 hours before this i was doing work in my bed looking like this (this was literally taken 3 hours before the above photo as i was doing work in my bed looking like this).
but I TURNED ON MY SWAGGER.
as tours coordinator, i am super lucky to get to research as much as my heart desires on the exhibition and its pieces (that could sound sarcastic but i'm totally honest here). i can tell you a whole lot about "Red Jackie" by Warhol and Jeff Koons' "Michael Jackson and Bubbles." and i stood around the exhibit, having curious passerby-ers ask me questions. it was extremely flattering when a guy thought i was an art history major and said i should change my major to art history.
another stand out moment of the night was when i was just chillin in the exhibit, waiting for people to talk to me/ask qs, and a lady gets pretty close to me until she steps back and says "OMG. I thought you were a piece of art!" it was a very shocking, awkward compliment. never thought that would happen in my life. one day, i should do a project to just dress nice, and stand still in the middle of an exhibit--warhol said 'art is anything you can get away with'!
really, what a "well-manicured" couple, as my roommate would say.
speaking of my roommate WHOOMP THERE SHE IS. (i look so whatever in this pic, BUT AINT SHE A NICE COLLECTION OF HUMANITY AND CHIC? ugh it is always too much too handle living with such a gorgeous specimen.)
alright and just because he is so good looking again. #sorrynotsorry and just so you know, this is a typical day in the life of a nyc gal: embracing the beautiful gay men, just, simply, embracing them. but in all seriousness, alex and kyle are some of the nicest people i know, so their beauty is all the more beautiful to me and i cannot help but share the wealth in beautiful love. <3 p="p">3>
and of course, "all the single ladies" (oh wait i didn't realize jackie o is in this pic too. hm. how ironic. well, i'll leave you to chew on that...)
i also made some sick sunnies:
so all in all: true friends, mini grill cheeses, sharing art, appreciating art, and being mistaken for both an art history major and an actual piece of art in the exhibit, i'd say this night is worthy of some "v"s (no, not the private part).
dress - my awesome friend isabelle, tights - my awesome friend isabelle, shoes - michael kors via marshalls
on a side note, i hope you don't mind the influx of very mediocre quality android photos. i wish i had a dslr installed in my camera. but until then, i hope these can suffice. i guess they paint a more "realistic" portrait of my life, "warts and all."
and now i will return to snorting saline nasal spray and wrapping myself in fleece and homework. sweet dreams!
song of the moment
sex machine - james brown