So. Hit up Diplo last night, forgot my fucking camera (what the fuck, Skye?), so now you can enjoy the low-res goodness that my photography is known for. Webster is always too impersonal for me, but Wes made that shit more intimate by putting his tables on the floor.
Travel of Skye's hat continued with Marc, Spentz, Sam, Ian, Martika, and Rob (who am I forgetting?) in W. Village.
Went to Lit. Marc&???
Ian, ?, Sam, Alli?, Spiz, ?, Marc
On my walk home I caught my good friend Ali from across the pond making out with his girl on a street corner. I offered them my room, but they were happy with their spot. Ali, I cant remember your girl's name, but shes mad cute. A+, well done.
I need to do more fashion posts. Tonight is the reopening of Studio B (?) and my girl Lizzie is in town from the dirty. Will try bring camera. Maybe.
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