Apr. 8th, 2010

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I know I'm supposed to be distressed about how the weather is so hot and it's only the beginning of April because that indicates we're all going to burn to death by 2019 (If we don't burn to death in 2012 first), but it's really hard to do that when every time I walk outdoors, the sense memory of "IT'S SUMMER!!!!!" hits me. Since I don't even leave the house if the temperature is under 60, it's a pleasant change to be out of doors.

Oh well. According to the weather report, this ridiculously warm stint was a one off; it'll be back to 52 degrees the day after tomorrow.

I did a shoot with These guys yesterday, making a parody of this. Their wardrobe coordinator requested we dress as closely to the people in the original vid as possible, so I wore my rippy jeans*, an American Apparel v neck, and put on enough costume jewelry to re-stock a Claire's. 8 layers of eye makeup (with body glitter courtesy of the hair and makeup department) and two handfuls of hair paste, and I looked like a greasy, glittery, walking STD. [livejournal.com profile] billyfleetwood was working near the CH studios in Williamsburg, so when I wrapped I walked over to say hi. Initially, I was sort of embarrassed to be walking around looking likea herpes-chlamydia combo platter, but it turns out the closer you walk towards Bedford, everyone looks like a dirty sweaty mix of disease and ironic haircuts.

I almost never hang out in Williamsburg, and now I am reminded why: I am equal parts grossed out and intimated because I am definitely NOT cool enough to walk around over there. My hair isn't asymmetrical enough, my jeans aren't skinny enough (and neither are my thighs). EVERYone is riding around on skateboards and walking around in the sunshine and I'm pretty sure nobody there actually has a job. Part of me wants to move there so that I might one day feel like I fit in with Manhattan's cooler baby sister Brooklyn, but I'm pretty sure living in Queens for nigh on a decade has made me a bit too cynical; I'm accustomed to being the only blonde getting off at my subway stop. I find it comforting that I can still walk to the grocery store in my sweatpants without having to be "ironic" about it (oh, and I also like, you know, being able to afford my rent.)

*ironically, these jeans are probably the most expensive thing I own, as they are of the $350 True Religion variety- a gift, not a purchase.


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