My laptop died on Monday. It happened when I got back into NYC from Montauk. Too bad, because I was beyond amped to blog and post all my news about ‘celebrity central’ – Montauk. Seriously, when I got my morning coffee at the local breakfast place Joni’s I was in line squeezed in between a ‘no makeup’ Julie Ann Moore and Mary Kate Olsen and one other actress that I cannot remember the name of.
However, Obnoxious Apple computer failure made me spend 4 hours downtown in Soho, NYC in the Apple Store – and I’m sad to say: without any results. I felt like Carrie Bradshaw when Aidan messed with her MAC and it gave her a ’sad face’. Except in my case there was no Aidan. No, just a lot of Apple guys in blue t-shirts, with G4 iphones in hand, pulling on their tight Acne Jeans, sporting trés white sneakers talking about ‘mother boards’ and asking me questions about left and right clicks on my computer.
‘Dude! this is a MAC. It doesn’t do right or left clicks.’ Did I just say ‘dude’..?? God, I’ve really settled in California. So sorry, but when in Rome.. act like Romans ….
Anyways, there I sat… In the Apple Store in Soho still wearing my beachy outfit: tunic, hotpants, bikini, LVbag, vintage cowboy boots and sweaty as hell dreaming about pasta and rosé at Bar Piti. NYC was a 100 farenheit that day so a girl gotta get her beverages straight. And Mr… Hell, I cannot remember his name told me that ‘they were taking my baby in’ and he gave me a piece of paper slash a receipt to hold on to. Great! it’s been 5 days now and no laptop in sight. No phone calls, no delivery, no nothing…. This is almost like anticipating a phone call or text message from the guy you met last week at Rose Bar (when in NYC) or Chateau Marmont (when in LA). And not getting anything. Nada! Niente!
How sad…!!
But when I got into LA Thurday morning I dug out my old MAC from the closet and tried to blog on it. Haha. Damn it’s slow, but so far it sort of works.
Here’s a couple of shots from last nights endeavors at my fave Thursday spot Bardot:
I’ve liked this song for a long time and tonight I felt like sharing. It’s very sensual, subtle and intimate. It makes me wanna dance bare feet in the sand…
I guess I’m in between moods. Again. It always happens when I travel a lot.
I Just left Ibiza yesterday, being here with my loving family in Copenhagen tonight and getting ready to leave for NYC tomorrow night. I miss something – sometimes. But I’m not exactly sure what it is. Like an undefined sensation of longing, yet feeling very much grounded and in my body and happy with this situation of absolute imperfection.
This song makes me contemplate, dream and feel like I’m floating on air. Drifting from here to there with a specific direction even though I’m not quite sure how or where. Like a butterfly with Teflon wings in the bulls eye of a storm…
Sometimes it happens you come across an artist with such a magnificent talent that you just have to bow in the dust.
LP is one of those. I have mentioned her before. A super talented singer that among others performs at the Hollywood Club Bardot on Thursdays. I know I just made a mention about Bardot, but I just discovered this video with LP and I wanted to share it. And I just have to say; she is much better live….
PS : I’m wearing object biker jacket, vintage shirt form Jet Rag, shorts from Dolce&Gabbana, Chanel handbag, vintage jewelry
Yes, it’s old, but this song comes with so many great memories from Summer time that it instantly puts a smile on my face and makes me want to put on my highest heels and dance.
After a night of insomnia reading some fucked up shit AKA a crazy and mean horror script that left me with the most insane nightmares it’s time for some entertainment on the ‘lighter’ side.
Summer has hit LA and this song brings a smile on my face. It’s sexy, light and doesn’t have a care in this world. It reminds me of summer time in Ibiza… Enjoy!
I’m soooo cheating on New York by posting this video. But hands down I can’t help it. The City of Angels has been growing on me like a fungus since I arrived 2 years ago and now we are in practically in love. My West Coast love is nothing like my NYC love, but it’s getting there.. or somewhere in the neighborhood …… However, this infatuation is different in taste, tone, shape, smell and vibe…. More laid back, pretty, sunny, easy yet always with it’s mind on the money…
Sorry East Coast! But I’ll be back on July 3rd to catch up