Soundtrack: "People's Parties" by Joni Mitchell



September has too many parties. It's overwhelming. I managed to maintain my hermithood for most
of it, but I did venture out to a few things, such as the opening for the awesome show Abby curated at
Feigen. She hates having her picture taken but I managed to sneak this one, just barely. The opening
was on a night when there were about five thousand openings happening all at once and all of 10th
avenue between 20th-26th looked like one giant street fair, except, you know, more pretentious and
no funnel cake.



Jeanine had an opening that night too. Here she is making her "I'm special" face in front of one of her
insane performance photographs in which she is accompanied by some glued-on facial fur, her pregnant
collaborator Ellen and a severed cow head.



Art opening week is conveniently also fashion week. Here are Cameron, Michael and Philip outside
Kai's (formerly of As Four, now called, brilliantly, "Myself") fashion show.



The boys were all wearing exciting pants.



The line to get in was ridics. Hundreds were turned away. The show was prettier and more understated
than I would have expected from a guy whose exploits are regularly featured on Page Six and who
made a perfume that smells like condoms.



Powder liked it.



Pia had an opening of some lovely paintings and drawings at Haswellediger, a gallery that, as I found
out that night, was recently opened by the former director of Thread Waxing Space, a gallery I interned
at in college about ten years ago. New York is smaller than you think.



Angela and Adam are the most awesome couple and they are both my new friend-crush. They will be
receiving many phone calls from me in the near future.



There were belly dancers at Pia's after-party at the Chelsea Hotel. Sadly, their charms were lost on Philip.




A rose in my teeth and a lampshade crown