Last night, Tess was sad because it was raining.
Well, not exactly because it was raining.
Really, because The Sartorialist told her if it wasn’t raining, he’d take a bunch of photos of her on the street.
But outside, it poured.
Which meant inside, it poured, too – Perseco, because there was no champagne.
What’s funny: When she uses her fake ID, Tess is actually older than me.
What a cruel and lovely world.
[HARRISON MOSHER - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
Things to discuss this week:
1. Ellen Von Unwerth shooting Pete Doherty in Paris a few days ago, which turned into five seconds of iPhone fodder that everybody’s looking at. Oh, you mean you haven’t seen it? Well, maybe not everybody…
2. Courtney Love asking Cory Kennedy to move in with her, which would make Washington Square Park the new Silverlake, even though Silverlake was the new Lower East Side, and please can somebody get me a valium.
3. The fake NYLON fashion assistant job that doesn’t exist, even though everybody’s talking about it.
4. The real Teen Vogue fashion assistant job that does exist, even though nobody’s talking about it.
5. Me. As always.
[DREAMA WALKER - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]