It is said that those who move to New York require some nerve, some appreciation for bagels and/or panini's, and some blind luck. New York is a city made of people who believe in things - it's the commonality that links everyone from janitors to CEO's together. They're all fighting for something. So, it would follow that in the Blind Luck category, a charmed life - a serendipitous existence, might follow. That is, compared to the old life I once had - trekking a mile in the snow to class, discussing 18th-century British poets, and going to chapter meetings is part of a hazy past - well liked, certainly, in its own capacity, but distant.
These past two weeks have been a bit like that. Last Wednesday, for instance, my friend Linda and I were heading to Chelsea to visit her friend's gallery. It was around six at night, and I was iPhoning the directions. In my peripheral vision, I saw a man in a black pea coat and silver hair walk by. He looked oddly familiar. Turns out, it was Tim Gunn, freshly evanesced from Liz Claiborne. I whisper to Linda: "So, that was Tim Gunn," thinking she would nod, smile, and we would continue our quest for elusive, pretentious Chelsea art.
Not at all the case.
She begins power-walking after Tim, motioning frantically for me to take a picture with said iPhone. We catch up to Tim at the the street crossing, and I snap a picture. Ironically, he was on his merry way to Gristede's, the New York chain of grocery stores, perhaps in search of the perfect non-clothing clothing item to fashion into the next couture gown. To those of you who do not get this reference, please watch Seasons 2 and 5 of "Project Runway," and then we'll talk.
The next involves running into other said fauxlebrities - that is to say, celebrities that think they are more famous than they really are. Case in point, Taylor Momsen (little Jenny Humphrey) of the CW's "Gossip Girl." One Sunday eve, I was waiting for the NRQW in Times Square: Momson had a posse of impossibly gay guys, and a girl who had "never taken the subway before."
"That's so cute!" Momson editorialized. Not that she had to. As a moderate fauxlebrity, is it ever necessary to take the layman's form of transportation? I know times are hard, but she was obviously there only for the Gawker tips.
Enough of that. I must try and occupy my mind with more intellectual pursuits. Time to analyze the existential meanings of reality television.
Quote of the Day: "Where's Andre?"
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