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Depreciated
kim | 02 February, 2006 22:09
Tonight I was so fortunate to get on the guest list of the MAC party. Two makeup parties in one week--I know! It was far from my home and I had to say goodnight to the kid in an unideal way but I went. Please know that I hate nightclubs. I'd rather be watching a play or a movie or music or my hot husband. Clubs are loud and well, I'm just to frigging old. And I know that clubs are a community for some people or even theater for others. I don't mean to insult, they are just not my cup of tea. I was out of my element, in a way.
But not in another way: this party was celebrating their Chinoise-y collection and did so with live models and body paint. There were girls on display, you don't even know--take a look at my flog after this. It was work that was unbelievable. I don't even know how to begin to choose the pictures. This was talent that I have never seen before. So beautiful. I wonder who designed it. Matthu Andersen must have had a hand. That guy is the super-genius of beauty/theatrical makeup.
It was a little bit of a weird atmosphere: these naked, painted girls stationed in tableaux around the perimeter of the room. It would have been my Lilly Bart moment, except I was not posing in a tableaux and I was not falling, falling...anyway. So I just stared snapping away, because I was alone and there was nothing else for me to do. I didn't feel insecure, I felt very secure being alone in this club while groups of three and four fabulous people laughed up a storm; and I just snapped away. These girls were told to pose for whomever was shooting, obviously, because they gave me their all. It was a little creepy. They were kind of naked.
And then there was this moment, I don't get them often. This May will be the 11th anniversary of my first date with Mike. I am still in love and now more than ever. But every once in a while, while I'm in the situation, I wonder what my value is on the open market. Like a house. If you have your dream house and you're never moving, you're staying put. Do you sometimes look at the real estate prices in the paper? I was just standing there admiring the naked painted girls and this very mediocre looking guy said to me, "amazing!" I agreed. Was he an artist I asked. No, a photographer. Amatuer he whispered. He was awed that they were standing there for so long like that, the girls. I said, yeah, I heard one fainted before (she did and she looked like she was going to die of pukification but she was trying really hard). And he said, that' probably why they're keeping it so warm in here. And I said, "they're probably not that organized." Which they aren't. Because if you haven't noticed, we're not really that organized in America. There's alot of miscommunication and waste. From a business standpoint.
Silence.
That was a joke, I said. I got it, I got it, he said, completely irritated, not looking at me. Some people have really short fuses! But more than that, I'm just not in the game anymore. It shows. So I walked away. But I can't help but think that I am no longer in the running. It would take so much for me to ever care again. I'm not saying I let myself go for my man, but I am saying that I'm an older model, who's not getting any replacement parts any time soon. In this age of McMansions, I'm one of those old New England charmers. I may have depreciated, but I like where I live.
In other news, I ran into a guy I know in the biz, who has, um, a, new relationship that's not with his wife. Which I think he might not have a relationship with anymore. He is hot in a smart guy way. The kind of smart guy who always wanted alot of tail, so he knew what to do to get it: he's really funny. His new girl is very young, half his age. She's not a McMansion, she's a high rise on the lower east side with a Whole Foods on the ground floor, if you know what I mean. Even though he was not nude with body paint on, he was the most sexed up guy there.
Wow, good stuff.
Old NE charmer? Nope.
I see you as more of a welcoming, expansive, open, airy, and unapologetically elegant modern home on a quiet beach in the Hamptons. Built circa 1967. Highly sought-after due to prime location, ideal amenities and owners not motivated to sell.
Do not disturb occupants.
i totally agree with susie!!! and wow! what a great post. i loved every minute of it. you helped me feel i was there and not here in the land of walmart and leg warmers, if you can believe it. i'm not sure what i am... sometimes a great old farmhouse with els that lead to additions and barns and garden sheds, sometimes a beaten down old crack house.
MAC also staged a similar show in China last month and from what I saw from news reports, I was very very impressed with the works of the makeup artists!
