Yeah, move to NYC and hang out with me ;)
Jokes aside, that’s a tough one. Most of my cool chick friends I met through gogo/modeling gigs. Or we already had an internet friendship before I met them in the flesh. Maybe utilize tumblr and see who’s in your area. I also like to chat up the girls who work at make up counters too. But ultimately I have no experience with this since it hasn’t actually been a necessity in my life. I wish I had better advice. I guess the best thing to do would be to just strike up a conversation point blank with any girl who catches your fancy. Females are super easy to talk to.
It seems to me that the effort you think it takes in getting yourself out there and involved is a lot greater than it actually is and it’s hindering you from taking action. It also seems like pride gets in the way too. And I only say that because I used to be the same way. I used to always complain about how dull people were and how I could get along with no one. Once I stopped being such an egomaniac I realized that it’s easy to get along with almost anyone, you just have to learn how to balance your personality with theirs. I feel most people on the intellectual/philosophical side of the spectrum tend to be this way and view everyone who isn’t on their level as a hindrance to their intelligence. Don’t isolate yourself this way! If you have to, start viewing it as a social experiment. You’re in a new city. With people who have no fucking clue who you are. Do you realize the opportunity here for you to create with? I live by the philosophy ‘I create what you see’. You literally create how other’s see you. You are your own god. Have fun with it. That should be enough inspiration in itself. Just don’t blame other people for your lack of energy. (I say this as lovingly as I can because I spent a good chunk of time feeling exactly as you do now.)
Held a cocktail party the other night to celebrate their new spring arrivals. ODD houses some of my favorite avant garde designers and I wanted to check out first hand their new Issey Miyake 1325 F/W 14 window displays. I also really like being able to mingle and scope out what people are wearing but man, the vibe in there was terrible that night. Sometimes I think I’m still a bit naive, but my passion is the merging of art and fashion and typically when I am in an environment that caters to that I expect the people around me to be just as enthusiastic and I forget for a moment how vain the industry is because I’m so blinded by my own interest and curiosity. I hope I never reach the point where I lose my fascination and become another snooty champagne guzzling wall zombie lurking around waiting for people to comment on my Prada boots and tell me how stylish I am. Because that’s literally all anyone was doing. There was little interest in the actual merchandise and the atmosphere was practically crackling with affected static downright arrogance as everyone just huddled around with their plastic champagne flutes judging everyone else in the shop. I went with intention to get a few bi-annual magazines and a pair of Issey Miyake Constellation print socks I’ve been dying over but I got so annoyed I lost all excitement. This is why I hate fashion. Because out of all the millions of people who claim they are so into it, with only about 1% of them could you grab a pair of Vivienne Westwood S/S 2014 bloomers off a rack and be able to completely dissect and opinion-ate intelligently over its construction. Instead of the typical ‘oh well I love it because it’s so me’ response. I think what really made me happiest the entire two hours I was in the store was realizing that the most uninterestingly dressed people were the ones going through the racks and displays in complete awe and appreciation.
I always have been obsessed with architecture.