how I met BJÖRK

Björk by Mark Borthwick

I spent Christmas Eve in Brooklyn. it was dark and cold but I was wearing platform heels and very skinny Cheap Monday jeans that nilo use to wear a couple of years ago... I am not sure about this, but I think we were walking around this hip neighborhood and somehow joined a dinner party at an artist's loft. there she was

beautiful space with different levels and just a few stairs used to be a fabric factory. a cyder fuit punch with cinnamon, a lot of art in the walls and hanging from the wooden ceiling, a huge terrace with Manhattan views and snow and Björk and some other people. she sat on the other side of the table and was wearing a red sweater, how appropiate for Christmas.

I invited her to dance while the guys were talking about fake wifes. that night ended too soon. she went back to the Big Apple walking the Williamsburg Bridge with her dog and left me a note

mar, meet me tomorrow @ -this bar in the East Village- for late lunch/early dinner.

the next day I couldn't remember if it was really her and wasn't able to find the bar either, I think. I can´t remember the name of the bar now. this was last year

this one I spent on a plane. I love swiss air

how I met RYAN GOSLING

I hadn't heard of The Notebook since I had one of those days where you just can't stop jumping form youtube video to video. I was in a youtube model-interview moment and it came to my attention that most of them agreed that The Notebook was their favorite film ever. I can't remember what Fashion Week were the interviews from...

anyways, Søren invited me and some friends to a Danish film premiere at The Silent Movie Theatre in LA. the film was called Valhalla Rising by director Nicolas Winding Refn, and it wasn't a silent one, but almost

a girl needs to use some ladies room prior to a 93 minutes film, and when I opened the door Ryan Gosling smiled inside

-Sorry-he said-apparently there's just one line for both restrooms..

-woops! then I totally cut the line just now...

-Well, there's gonna be angry people outside, better come in here with me

I did. He was very tall and strong and if I looked straight, his chest was on my eyes level. It was great. I looked up to his face and he smiled at me

-I'll leave you alone, see you later?

-Okay, thanks- I said while locking the door behind him

obviously I couldn't pee, I went out and every men on the line looked at me like I was evil -you know this Americans, you can't cut lines here or talk sarcasm...-, but the girls in the line just gave me their approval, like I was the luckiest on earth. no rules for women when Gosling is around

I went back to my friends and spent the movie looking for Ryan's seat, then looking at him watching the movie until it ended. then Winding Refn explained to the audience that Ryan wanted him to direct his next movie, with Carey and -quote- "the redhead with huge breasts from Mad Men"

I thought Blue Valentine was a great movie and both actors (Michelle Williams too) were amazing. Crazy Stupid Love was okay too and it was also easy falling for him there..

I have yet to see The Notebook, and I haven't seen Drive either, but I intend to do so in the near future

and I don't even find Ryan Gosling that handsome, but he sure has a really strong presence in real life

did you see that youtube video of him, randomly and anonymously, stopping a street fight? well you should. it's hilarious when the girl filming the thing realized she's actually getting Ryan Gosling on tape

G E T T Y

HOW I MET BALTHAZAR

I love me some drama shows from time to time, I need the family tensions and the desperate tears. I really like to watch dramas alone, in the dark and on my big white wall. a couple of weeks ago I finished watching 3rd season -I think- of Brothers & Sisters, wanna know how it ends? (if you don't just skip to the next paragraph) well, with Tommy gone to Mexico, much cuter and fit and intellectual. sight

I am playing Casting Director now, which I've always really loved and still do; so I've been auditioning actors for this part all evening. while waiting for the last scheduled actor to come I went outside the room and had some tea when pretty girls started showing up. there was an event upstairs, so I went. Kirsten Dunst was pretty and cute in a LWD and bright red lipstick, and Rachel Bilson was wearing silky orange and a couple of bimbo friends as accessories. I was surprised w how petite she is. still sweet and great

but enough celebrity talk, well, not really

still waiting for the actor, went outside to finish my tea in peace and in no pressure to look good when Balthazar stopped his Lexus in front of me and exited the car. I blushed, fact. am I the only one with a crush on him? probably not. but I composed myself quickly. he was fit, slim, wearing pink suede booties and sporting grey semi-large hair like no other. I approached and opened fire

- Do you need any help?- I said

I was holding the tea, a black notebook that made me look like I knew the place, and a cherry lollypop that made me look just cute and hid the fact that I was wearing some nasty JC Litas

-Oh, no! I'm just waiting for my wife- He said while walking towards me

-You are sexy dude - I said, not really, I just thought that one!

and before you know it he was sharing his adventures with me, telling about this and that party, about charities and a little bit about him being a little annoyed with his wife. we made out (in my mind) and his wife appeared, walking elegantly down the stairs in a pari of sick Céline wedges. you know which ones.

we talked shoes a little bit, but Balthazar started to get impatient, I don't think he'd chosen his own pink suede booties. she looked happy, he looked sexier than ever

how I met SLIMANE

Hedi Slimane

I was on a walk along Houston. I was probably talking about my wedding. wait no. oh shit! I can't remember what my conversation was about those days. I was on a walk along Houston talking about some shit when I suddenly paused. I blanked out. I couldn't keep going. I could just think about rockstars, topless teenagers and b/w photos. Hedi stopped me and said I looked familiar. I smiled, took off my oversized sunglasses and thought: -be cool, don't smile-. we kept going our opposite ways for a few feet and both of us, at the same exact time, turned around and looked at each other. he was with a handsome guy I think, both dressed in androgynous + black clothes. I was with two lady friends that didn't have a clue who he was. now they have a very bare idea. he entered a design store
I just went to NY and that shop was my 1st stop

Estel just wrote about his American Dream here

how I met K A T E LANPHEAR

jak and jil

I went bowling yesterday and guess who played next to me. beautiful and funny, she wasn't wearing any accessories. I missed some bangles&rings on her, but thought she looked great without them as well. Kate, I was on lane 19 w/ 3 handsome men and all of them agreed you had to be under 24. "she's so young she can't be Elle's Style Director", while staring also at the cute girl on lane 16 (yes, the one with the plaid flannel). I know I have no excuse for my The North Face outfit, so silly to think you can't rock it with such snow+cold outside. you reminded me that down days should be stylish too, so today Julie did my manicure. Thanks NY

A L E G R E

It was raining a lot, but slim enough to walk around in the cold under a hat with furs and no umbrella. I was running late but wanted to find my perfect agenda for 2010 (and it was almost already February), which was out in every bookstore/place where i could imagine there could be one...

I was in my way to MUJI when I spotted a ZARA HOME and just remembered they used to have notebooks, phonediaries and sometimes, if you were lucky, agendas. When I got in I forgot what I was looking for, not only because they only had 3 things on sale (and that led to everything in the store being nice, tidy and new) but also because a couple of beautiful and trendy boys where talking about what should they get for the office of one of them. It was Nacho Alegre, a very stylish dude who makes  beautiful photographs for a living. He is amazing and I admire his work a lot. He is friends with my best friend, so ...

-Nacho, hello!

We shook hands.

I am a fan of yours. I really appreciate your work. You are so talented. Good job man!You rock.

He said his thank yous and tried not to smile so he could seem cooler. When thats almost impossible, him to seem cooler than he already seems, I mean. His friend was observing us from the distance. Then approached.

I asked if I could have a photo of the both of us while reaching my brand new red Lumix camera in my bag. It actually is a very good camera with better lenses!and it makes HD quality video!!

So I handled the camera to his decoration shopping partner while explaining I could send the picture to our friend in common who is abroad. He would appreciate that surprise.

We smiled a little. Me a little too much. And I reminded him we'd actually met before @ some random party when I lived with his friend and favorite person of mine. He made a face like he didn't know me at all but didn't wanted to disappoint me.

I found out MUJI doesn't carry agendas. And couldn't find one in ZARA HOME either.

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HOW I BECAME FRIENDS WITH MARTIN

It wasn't even noon. In fact, I had not had breakfast yet, maybe just some pizza from two nights before...we just checked out of the room with Tour Eiffel views @ the Paris.

We sat and free drinks were served. I nodded my head as in "Hello" trying to look equally at everyone there. No one even bothered to look up.

Two men wearing all black, this lady carrying large supercoloured nails and lots of sparkly jewellery, an asian 70 year old with no sense of common spoken english (meaning the language).

We gambled hard on a $5 table. Everyone against the croupier I learnt (and sometimes even the croupier against himself). Maybe once in a while, if I was winning them all, I would bet $10, even one single time I went with $20. Well, that actually wasn't me; it was my room & gambling partner.

The handsome man in all black asked for his 3rd Mango Bellini (that I'd known of) after the shinning lady made her Black Jack. He drank it all and left the table. Came back and told me he found my new pure gold retainer necklace very interesting. I felt the same way but didn't have time to give him an answer. I just blushed and he left forever.

His friend, the one he was seated next to before leaving, the not-so-handsome man in all black came to me and began talking with a little bit of a buzz.

-What did he say?

I made a face.

Hellooooou! I am trying to gather some money here...

-Oh! Do I have to apologize for him again...?

I just explained that his friend had liked my pure gold retainer necklace and bet $10.

-He used to work for Gaultier.

As in the french couture designer Jean Paul Gaultier who brought striped Ts to earth.

At this point, my partner had to excuse myself from the table.

-He's called Martin Margiela, fyi.-Martin's friend pointed out.

I turned around looking for Martin Margiela of Maison Martin Margiela (what?!!He liked my pure gold retainer necklace!!I sure can call him friend!) but he wasn't there. He just vanished behind a slot machine and some tobacco smoke...

I doubled my $10 and kept gambling. My flow partner gave me the look. And the asian grandpa told me something that I didn't even try to understand. In fact, I didn't even think it was english, so I kindly ignored him without even noticing I was actually ignoring one of my let's-fuck-the-Paris-and-become-very-rich buddies.

She was assuming no one had seen Martin's face.

-No one has seen him. -she said.

I mean, maybe Gaultier when he was his boss...blahblahblah

The teacher kept talking about Margiela the myth. I had my mind in Las Vegas, NV. She asked again if any of us had been standing in front of him. My heart went crazy and my skin tone turned red-almost-violet. I smiled and the teacher said she didn't think so and put a 1990's picture of him on the projected power point.

-It's the one and only Martin Margiela photo ever. He must be older now.