“I love that you eat,” mumbles Heather Catania, as I take down two crab cakes alone. We’ve just escaped the Winona-Daria thicket known as the Marc Jacobs afterparty, and we only want fries.
“Did you see Rachel Bilson?” I giggle.
“So sweet,” she concurs. “When Adam was in LA…” Heather brushes away her bangs, and I remember how she can navigate a Soho gallery blindfolded and paint her own nails. And I can’t take anymore, and force feed her my shake.
“I love that you eat shakes!” she squeals, and I think, “you have no idea.”
Other NYLON loves: Ellen on 2 pages, and Greg on the masthead! Lovely!
[AYA KANAI - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
hmmm. if i had to guess, i’d say that was MAC Syrup.
oui ou non?