The A-Train

FabSugar at Saks

Last night I went to the FabSugar event at Saks downtown. Aside from the amazingly camp crystallized sugar champagne, what just tickled me was getting thrown back into an actual community of internet folk, and meeting the two ladies in charge of the sensory overload fabulosity that is the FabSugar network. All those Sugars -- Gawker's gay nephew? Little sister with ADHD? Either way, any Brittons out there need to bookmark FabSugar UK like nobody's business.

I wasn't really on it with the photos, but if you wanna see a few take a look here...

Homeward Bound II: Lost In San Francisco (1996)

As it turns out I am going back home to California on Monday for two weeks. These have been the most bizarre couple weeks of my graduated, professional life. Between writing for Vice and the Rubbish LFW stuff, I have come to the conclusion that I am qualified for the following occupations:

- Blogging
- Being an in-store representative for a company which 3D models your body to design custom jeans.
- Wear jodhpurs and be on the receiving end of some lighthearted harrassment.
- Going to Vanity Fair parties, getting embarrassing on free champagne and being carried home by the Mantern.
- Post-production work. Everything you've read up til now may have been a prelude to this, and whatever I'm a nozzle. It looks like I got me a placement at PPC, a film marketing company in Soho. I'm embracing the whole now-is-a-good-time-to-do-anything-but-be-actually-employed mentality, and I'm completely psyched about this.

But until that, all I can say is, I cannot wait to see these two:

Highlights and lowlights (?) from Sienna Miller's Whiskey Mist shindig last night

+ Free bellinis. Yum yum.
+ Seeing the innocent snuggle between on-screen Skins' Nicholas Hoult and Kaya Scodelario. Too sweet.
+ The bongos. Maybe you had to be there.
+ That muskrat fur hat belonging to that one model whose name I can never remember floating around a bit like a beach ball.
+ Claire.

- The guards at the the VIP. We're not trying to storm your citadel, terrifying Viking woman. And as soon as I drop a certain name you're more like soft loving Valkyrie bride.
- The sort of bizarre location of Whiskey Mist. If it werent for the paps and cops (uh oh) we would have been lost for agessss.
- Sienna being scarce. I suppose, it's your party and you can cry if you et cetera...
- The free bellinis. I only recovered at the Louise Goldin show, and then immediately hit more free champagne. Puking on the models is probably a faux pas.

Again, there will be more after Weds. Alexa Chung has a cold sore. Boo. The end.