Face Paint

Eva emailed me this image from London Fashion Week and I'm SO into it. It's from an Indian designer named Manish Auroroa, and even though I guess some of the pieces are pretty wearable (ok I would never think my girl friends would wear them, but I guess...) the whole thing looks like a cool combo between a rock concert and a Star Trek episode. I'm so into it. I have no idea how you could stage something like this in a gallery without making it look like a parade but it's SO cool. At the very least it makes me want to throw a costume party just so I can dress everyone up like this runway.

I'm really inspired now so I guess I'm gonna go draw... or try to... haven't heard from Sophia in weeks but Jenny keeps telling me not to call her. So... back to drawing I go...

Girls Ain't Nothing But Trouble

Year of Jenny: Hey, we need to talk for a second.

Sebastian The List Man: Uh oh. That doesn't sound good.

Year of Jenny: How can you tell what I sound like? I'm on IM.


Sebastian The List Man: Jenny. Go.

Year of Jenny: K, I think you really upset Sophia with your last post about the transcendentalists.


Sebastian The List Man: What? Sophia read the word "transcendentalists"?

Year of Jenny: SEE?


Sebastian The List Man: I was kidding. You know that. Look, you know I love Sophia. I love all you girls. But ever since Eva's New Year's party when we had that random hookup, I get the feeling she wants to actually date me. And I know in Sunset Heat, we were VERY into eah other, but that was vacation and this is New York.

Year of Jenny: OMG you sound like that guy from Legally Blonde.


Sebastian The List Man: Yeah I don't know what you're talking about.

Year of Jenny: Like how Chris Martin was all over that SNL intern for like a year but then when he realized he should get married it had to be Gwyneth.


Sebastian The List Man: K what does Coldplay have to do with Sophia and Thoreau?

Year of Jenny: I think you're missing the point. Which is probably my fault. Sorry, major caffeine rush, went for Starbucks with the band and I'm buzzed.


Sebastian The List Man: It's okay, go on.

Year of Jenny: What I'm trying to say is that Sophia is very upset. She thinks you think she's dumb.


Sebastian The List Man: When does Sophia care what anybody thinks about her, ever? That's why she's so cool.

Year of Jenny: Exactly, so you know this is really serious.


Sebastian The List Man: Look I would never want to hurt Sophia. She's incredible. You know that.

Year of Jenny: Yeah, she's been one of my best friends during this awful Reed thing. Which is shocking.


Sebastian The List Man: But Sophia is on a different planet than me right now. I want to really make some art, get some things out there, make a difference, and every time I've tried to talk with Sophia, all she wants to talk about is like, Factory Girl.

Year of Jenny:Well. Maybe you should give her a chance to talk about something else.


Sebastian The List Man: Okay, what does THAT mean?

Year of Jenny: Whatever, it's late, let's deal with this tomorrow. Brunch? 7A?


Sebastian The List Man: Breakfast, I have a ton of work to do on this portfolio I'm sending to Rivington Arms.

Year of Jenny: K, that's fine. And just so you know - the transcendentalists are also a punk band.


Sebastian The List Man: No crap. Really?

Year of Jenny: Really. love ya, bye.

"Downtown Art" is also "What Was In My Tenth Grade Locker"

Still trying to remain calm about the New York Magazine article on the downtown art scene, where it totally champions Dash Snow and his clown posse as the next generation of New York Cool.

Now I'm not pretending these guys aren't talented, because they definitely are, but to say they're heading up the next great Manhattan movement is ridiculous. For one thing, only Ryan has a real following outside New York. And for another, their incestuous social scene is sort of the same as a knot of prep school kids or a graduate program's study group - this is not like when Herman Melville and Nathaniel Hawthorne started sending each other manuscripts and creating maybe the best club in history - the transcendentalists.

Anyway I understand I'm ranting but wow I'm annoyed.

Also: last night Sophia asked what Transcendentalist meant and now I'm pretty sure we can't date, ever.

Anarchy and Art

Ever wondered how to turn your least-favorite ad into very cool art? Watch this video from my friends at The Abstractor, who show you in four easy steps how to transform a video billboard into a postmodern light installation.

Besides being a really good prank, this activity might also make a good date if you're both in art school, down with dressing like cat burglars, and okay with getting your hands dirty.

So I guess Sophia and Eva would never try it...

Snow Day

Adults never get them but I'm taking one. Maybe at the end I'll be less confused. Or at least less hung over. Whatever.

Girls On Film

So now we come to the tricky part where I have to figure out New Years.

First there's Sophia, who I know wants to do New Year's with me but it might be too much drama. Clearly neither of us want the drama that comes with being together, but if even a little bit of egg nog - okay and like four tequila shots but whatever - makes us make out in a shoe closet, then that's gonna happen. And maybe for the first time, ever, that's not what I want from an incredible, gorgeous, cool girl. What in the world is going on?

Then Jenny. Jenny's like, hey, my brother and his band are going to MTV for New Year's and you should come. Which would be cool. And I love Jenny, like, love her. But I feel like her brother totally reads Jennys blog, has definitely seen the Sunset Heat episodes, and will beat the crap out of me if he ever meets me. Unless he's a really skinny indie rock boy and then whatever. But it might not be the best idea. Also, maybe Jenny needs to run free a little bit so she can meet a guy who wants her as more than just a friend?

And Eva. Eva is cool. She makes sense. I love hanging out with her. But if I spend New Year's with her, even though they should theoretically be cool with it, neither Jenny nor Sophia will ever forgive me for it. Because they're girls, which means they're jealous and picky and insane. But also amazing and gorgeous, so maybe it's their right.

Finally, Chaucer. My dog. He'd love to spend New Year's with me. And he likes to cuddle and stay up all night so there you go. The perfect date. And nobody can be jealous of that.

Holidaze

I don't really love Christmas because I don't really love my family, but I have to admit, there's something really fun about the iconography...

The Ins and Outs...

Here's the latest list, and speaking of MySpace:

GO TO OUR PAGE. BE FRIENDS WITH US. MAKE EVA HAPPY.

And no, for those of you who have been emailing, Sophia and I are definitely NOT dating so stop asking.

Denial: The Sunset Heat Way

Okay, I'm not even going to talk about what happened at Eva's Christmas party on Saturday (I think Eva and Sophia have done a pretty good job of describing it, ugh). Instead, here's my crack at the Sunset Heat survey, which, thank god, has nothing to do with making out with Sophia in a shoe closet.

Here we go...

Name: Sebastian Paraguas
Age: 23
Favorite Color: Burnt Sienna. Not really but I like that there was a color like that in the crayon box. Plus when I met Sienna in London last year I called her that. I don't think she got it. Anyway.
Favorite Song: Which Will by Nick Drake
Favorite Movie: City of God and Pollack.
Favorite Websites: I love Slate.com which is not very arty but whatever
Favorite Store: Jeffrey. Everywhere else there are cute salesgirls to distract me. That one has mostly guys.
Favorite Restaurant: It's my mission to find the best steak in New York City. So far, Peter Luger's, but I still haven't gotten to STK.
Favorite Hobby: BEATING EVA AT TRIVIAL PURSUIT, EVA YOU ARE SUCH A CHEATER. Okay, for real, it's painting and also walking my dog, Chaucer, on the Park Loop.
Favorite Place: The park loop, with Chaucer.
Secret Wish: I wish so many people didn't know about my family and my money. It's not so fun. I don't want to be on SocialiteRank or whatever.
Not So Secret Wish: A Whitney Retrospective.
Biggest Achievement: Getting my parents to accept that I want to do art.
You’ll Never Be Without… Girls in my life causing drama!!!!!