Hey girl hey. Corvette Le Face is my soul. Walking Bushwick blocks until I find her. And then we’re going on a cocktail scavenger hunt.
Egg on a roll with coffee light & sweet at the corner diner, $3
Sunday edition of the New York Times, $5
Hot bubble tea in Chinatown, $3.75
Ticket to Moma, $25
Walking the Brooklyn bridge home and looking back to catch a view of the Manhattan skyline, Priceless
I will look back on Saturday nights hunched over a tiny Bushwick kitchen dining table attempting to sketch for the first time in my life with fondness. I think it helps when Bobbito and Morse Code mixes are the soundtrack.
Holy shit. Good stuff right there.
Just for the refresher. And because I’m in the 212.
Dear Azealia,
I wanted to sew clothes all the day long for you but you had to go and blow up and do the soundtrack for Theirry Mugler’s runway show and perform at sold out shows in Dublin and work with Nicoletta Formichetti. Hmph. It’s okay boo Banks. I will still adore you long time.
Thank you to the always lovely Dime Piece for posting this. So much gold.
Oh. My. Gong. Rae. Dude. My heart. It just melted. You freaking made my night. I triple espresso downward dog pose luh you to def. You make me so proud that we’ve made it through so many days and nights together. This time apart, and lots of solo Manhattan island walks where I see shit on every single block that I know you would get such a karate kick out of, has made me mega extra amped to be back home. I’m excited for us! New chapters! The potential for a sequel to the premier! More apples! More midriffs! More bean dip and spoon games! More hightops and sidewalk stomps. Let’s do all of it. With (gel tip) nails and (amazing bowl cut) hair and (brightly colored) lips and (curvy) hips did.
See you soon come. Xoxo.
some people get it….some people don’t.
some friends stick…a lot of them won’t.
its just the way of the land…and how the cookie crumbles.
ms. moski..she gets it. she got it. she pushes me to understand it.
from blogs…to babysitting my little one.
from magazine cut outs (via email)…to future husbands (via email).
the first one at maliks birthday party, blowing up balloons…the last one to leave, helping me take them heffas down.
she was there, front row, FOR THE HELLA BOOTSY SHOWS! I even remember her bringing a NYTimes to one too!
from juice crew…to nails did.
tri-cyles outside of the miracles club…to 8 paged text messages on our Sidekicks.
SON! I even found an email that I sent you with pictures of my “ideal man”. People I now know…were in that email (meanwhile i’ve moved on to the EXACT opposite of that email)!!
the bins…to kitchen knifes being pulled out at Javier’s (i will never eat there again BTW!)
breakups to makeups and a little spinach dip! you’re my boo!
I freaking ADORE YOU!
thank you for being so AWESOME! i’m super thankful i have you apart of my life! thank you for being a LOVELY friend when I sucked as a friend!
may your year be filled with a tremendous amount of RAD THINGS!
come back to Portland so we can watch SATC, look at Vogue, and do coffee at heart (because you support my ambitious scouting like that)
Happy Birthday Trilla!
Rink & Roy!
-Rae & Malik!
p.s.
these pictures are from the golden days…i’m unsure if we have any golden days left in us.
