While I’ve been practically off your radar, a lot of you have been sending me submissions, that don’t worry I’ve seen and read, sorry I haven’t gotten back to you, or if I have and haven’t put you up yet, don’t worry I’m planning on it soon. I’ve been wishing for more hours in the day, it would help with my sleeping patterns and getting some of my personal work done! Job to job to flat viewings to castings to parties to sleep. I’m developing some new ideas and hoping that submissions will start to come in by the heap! I want to see everything. Send me your images/videos/music/art whatever, I’m also hoping that by March the level of submissions will go up, I want to encourage people to progress and have their work becoming continually more impressive (I’m trying to progress, but I can’t seem to budge since I’ve become a 24hr crawler). Even if you submitted to me months ago and I didn’t accept it, send me some of your updated stuff!
I’ve been involved with this fairly cool project with a brand this past week that will appear in March. Yesterday we shot the video and I am now reminded why I never pursued that childhood dream of becoming an actor, dancer, performer etc.
I’d tell you what I’m currently up to if I wasn’t so superstitious, however I’m going to start getting way busy end of week, finally!
What I’ve been up to: Christmas dinner, Spitalfields flat, apple pie, winos, mary coming to visit, the only house party with a smoke machine, morning afters etc.
I can’t listen to the Strokes without missing New York, take me home, just for a week please. Perhaps in March? I don’t know. I’m sick, I keep losing my voice. Some stuff before I left for London.
Where are all my impeccable, dope readers from London? Why aren’t they showing me the best spots? I can only hang around the Kingsland bars so much before it wears out. Entertain me marlowetatiana@gmail.com
As I sit in bed with the dress from new years eve still on, I can’t figure out whether the aching I’m feeling is from a hangover or from developing cavities because I drink malibu and coke all the time.
2010 seems like such a perfect number, last night the fact that I’m superstitious came up in conversation a lot. I’ll believe in 11:11, new years eve, knocking on wood, astrology etc, because those things keep me sane. I’ll keep faith in this year even if you don’t.
I miss New York in the summer, the smell of Sabrett stands and the stickiness of wearing next to nothing. Happy New Year.
Good luck, I love you.
I mean, er, I learned a lot…I read a lot, I cried a hella lot, you got me into Gaga! You got me out of promiscuity and into real fun relationships! You taught me how to live off no money at all! Depravity! I learned how to drink less because of it! I smoked too much weed! I hung out with too many sensitive skaters! I realized all my friends were crazy! I realized half of those friends didn’t actually care about anyone but themselves! I realized that all my friends were moving away! I realized that boys 18-22 are going through a “phase” that I can’t understand! I was followed home by crackheads! There were pornos being filmed in my living room! I found out I was a target for a smear campaign led by lazy old bitches! I mixed too many prescriptions with other things! I made scenes at restaurants! I realized that publications kind of suck! Being an intern only pays if they serve you alcohol at their events! People should realize how pathetic they are! Avid internet people are weird!
Cont’d tomorrow.
Send me your NYE resolutions! I’ll write back and give you fun advice!
