
When I first "moved" to NYC (I put "moved" in quotes because essentially I was living with my parents in Westchester and couch-surfing with friends in Manhattan every weekend), I interned for a (then) glamorous downtown lifestyle magazine.
Several times a week, said formerly fabulous mag had a party of some kind. I spent a lot of time in 1996 and 1997 at one-name lounges in Soho with names like Life, Spy, etc. Back then, it was all about being out, being seen, and who you'd see. I had more Parker Posey sightings than anyone should, and too few of Ethan Hawke. (Mind you this was before he cheated on Uma.)
Then in the late '90s came the club days, during which my friends and I sometimes stayed out until sunrise. This was usually at places called Twilo, Centro-Fly, etc. Had more extended hangovers than I care to remember, and I still have some of the records. (Although I wonder, did I really need Modjo's "Lady" on vinyl? Or even Cassius's "My Feelings for You"?)
BTW, all of these clubs I mentioned (from both "eras") are now history.
Let's just say that I have mellowed significantly. Nowadays, you can rarely find me at anyplace that's hot, hip, or happening. Unless you count Brooklyn. (Which is all of the above, but in its own way.)
What's strange is that I am considering two scenester events in the next week or so--both involve members of Interpol. What is the world coming to? I am so unhip. Until just a few months ago, I didn't even know who Diplo was--OKAYYYYYY?
I'll let you know what happens, but I think the Kevin Bacon Game for this generation should be Six Degrees of Carlos D.
PS: Am looking forward to both the Whitney Biennial and the Armory Show. I need some art in my life!!!
PPS: I recently ran into one of the editors of the fabulous magazine on Avenue C. He was smoking a cigarette with a young, lovely boy, in front of Bao, the restaurant where I have my birthday dinner each year, and here's our exchange:
ME: "Hi do you remember me? I'm ___________ and I used to intern with you at ___________."
HIM: "Vaguely."
ME: "Well, I remember you vividly. How's it going?"
HIM: "Good what are you doing?"
ME: "I'm going to the supermarket to get ground turkey so I can make a turkey burger for dinner."
HIM: "Well, sister keep fighting the good fight."
Again, more proof. This old queen is STILL more fabulous than I'll ever be. Oh well.
FINAL PPPS: The photo is of Paul from Interpol. Yummy.