I'm sorry ya'll that I don't have some vomit inducing link or an uber-dorky bit of techie news to share with you here as of late--the extent that I web surf lately is a quick glance at the front page of NYTimes.com and its "Most E-Mailed List" (Your mom is up there by the way). I'm going to make a TERRIBLE analogy here (and I'll likely burn in hell for saying it), but like the firefighters of 9/11, I was putting out fires all day at work.
Tonight I worked at another Fashion Week event--and this one featured some heavy celebrity hitters. Winonna Ryder walked right past me--and then again when she left (all under mild bodyguard and publicist cover). And for the first time, I actually saw what a clusterfuck the whole paparazzi culture is and how blinding it must be for celebrities as the fotogs shove their cameras with huge bulbs right in their faces. I was a couple feet away from all the pops of the cameras, but even my eyes were seeing spots for a bit after she walked by. And some of the fotogs are downright rude--Calling her "shoplifter." "....cast the first stone."
I also saw Lil' Kim walk out after the show; again I was only a few feet away from these sightings. Basically, Lil' Kim is a midget. To understand the difference between a midget and a dwarf, I suggest you watch the BBC Office. It's explained in one of the episodes incredibly succintely.
And then I saw Mischa Barton--the true Queen B? (Aw hell no, says Lil Kim)--and Mischa definitely edged out Lil' Kim for the most explosive paparazzi reaction. But this one fotog I was standing next to was cussing out everyone, "They're going nuts for this slutbag? Fuck!" Apparently, some unnamed celebrity used Mischa's exit to make their own quieter departure (rumor was that it was Sharapova) and this was the celebrity that this cussing papo was trying to get a photo of.
No, I didn't take photos.
Anyway.
I love my work--it's not sexy, despite what it may appear reading above, and while I recognize every job involves its share of cleaning up shit, I would have to say that currently, at my job and field, I have never enjoyed cleaning up shit more than now. I definitely feel like I'm kicking ass and taking names here.
Also, I just got offered a job to work part-time at a new hip clothing store in Soho so I'll be working there on weekends--Gotta make the dough, ya know (Hey, that rhymed!).