Neon flannel and sunglasses at night
“At this point, your mere presence is offending me,” says this photograph, connivingly taken post-American Embassy party this “winter.” The expression on my face is soo priceless. I look so put out and I LOVE it. (We were talking US vs. Canadian politics.)
This frame could have fallen straight out of Delusional Downtown Divas, a saterical mini-series from the brilliant folks at Index Magazine, that follows the self-importance fueled lives of three privileged art scene wannabes who could care less about the artwork or work in general, but only aspire to assume the fame(?) that comes with it. The kind of people who actually look down on gallery assistants as a way to get in the door…whether it be literally to the party or as a proper career juncture on the path to the goal. It’s a cringeworthy watch, as half the time the targeted audience is probably wondering…”Is this about me and my friends?” Another point of mention: the ballsy fashion sense. The girls don’t dress to flatter, but almost try to out-do each other on the criteria of “originality” and “shock value.” (For an obvious example: Swann’s vertical, Pebbles-Flinstone-on-growth-hormone updo.)
While we’re on the topic of relevant parody series, Very Mary Kate, a whiney interpretation of Mary Kate Olsen’s solo life, could be another possible source of the above photograph. VMK chronicles her exodus from Ashley’s apartment, dependence on her bodyguard (whom she calls “bodyguard”), and of course gives light to her much-speculated drug problem: “But growup OxyContin tastes like chalk…Do you have to apply to heaven?…Is it like Soho House?…I hope there’s no drug tests.”
I guess what I’m asking is: Does anyone have a campy, cynical role for me to play? Consider this my application.
I am speechless as I write this blog post, because I tend to stay out of politics. There’s nothing I can say that hasn’t been said…but already the Obamas are making life much more colorful in D.C.. I mean who has ever talked about 
