We went to the Louis Vuitton thing which was so boring, the catering was lame-y and it was packed with waspy people, straight out of a british gossip magazine; all blonde, all sour faced, no dance moves, eton college haircuts, washed out, pale, Stepford girlfriends, leathery skinned old women with fake tans and fake noses and a cruiseship type band covering hits! hah..
Later we went to Tribeca for drinks and we met Louiza and Sakis and Vaso Konsola and laughed and laughed.
Chr. P. was there too. heh..
Fucker C.L. is trying to spoil it for me but he knows I’m better.
off for breakfast to starbucks.
yum lemon bar.
*yawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn*