June 12th, 2014 @ 12:35 pm
at one point in our 20’s, sophie and i used to go to holiday cocktail lounge every (or at least every other) friday, so we became regulars there. we got friendly with the bartenders, and sat up at the bar vs. hogging a table for ourselves in the back booth-filled area. one night, we were sitting at the bar and some guy that looked suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuper familiar to me came bouncing in. i had mentioned to sophie that i thought i knew who he was, but i figured the odds were pretty slim. i was thinking he was famous/well known here in NYC, so i didn’t want to bother him. i figured no one else in the bar knew who he was, because no one else was gravitating towards him aside from the people he showed up with.
at one point, he came up to me and complimented my hair and nails. he grabbed my hand and inspected them. we were joking around and having random convos and i had mentioned that i really wanted to buy a flask. home dude went upstairs (apparently he lived in the building), and returned with a flask for me!
i didn’t keep it because it was all sorts of fug, but i do love the story. he didn’t stay very long after he brought the flask down for me, and the only other person who knew who he was the bartender, lou. lou only knew who he was because he lived upstairs, and he got to know him via the bar.
aside from being an inspiration via the fashion world, i’ve always loved the fact that he was one of those club kids. i was a teenage raver that hung out over by the cube/astor place, so that always hits home for me.
i started a new category (NYC gems) for things that have fortunately happened to me over the years, just because i was here in this city. i love how weird/small-world NYC is (sometimes), and i seem to have stumbled upon some really cool/weird situations over the years.
man, i love being a native new yorker.