Alexander McQueen killed himself today. You know, I'm actually kinda touched by this one which is surprising, because if you know me, you know my heart is like a cold block of granite... I really liked his shit. Ok i'm over it now.
I was recently in NY and had dinner with a friend and creative collaborator Teddy Goldstein. Here pictured with his rad wife Shari and a lonely piece of grapefruit cream pie with Ritz cracker crust which was rapidly consumed "like it never even happened" moments after this picture was taken. We ate at Momofuku's Ssam bar, which was an adventure. I wasn't allowed to order the Crispy Pig Head so I'll have to go back. I tell you all of this only because i'm using it as an alibi for something else.
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