friday nights alright
messed about the studio all day printing and retouching various recent shoots.
taking time off in-between to lie on the sofa and feel sorry for myself: (i felt a bit like this doll looks)
swung past donna's (who works at my agent's) birthday drinks, in 'dream bags and jaguar shoes'.
it's been a very long time since i have been out for a friday night in shoreditch.
true to 'shoreditch-on-a-friday-night' form, donna had her handbag stolen.
happy birthday donna.
drove west to catch up with manson and dita at their hotel.
morrissey walked in past me but i was on the phone and missed him.
apparently prince is also staying in the same place: it's proper A list.
amused myself when someone came over as we were drinking in the lobby asking me where i got my glasses.
i said they were 'marilyn manson' glasses pointing out the MM's on the arms.
and said sorry that they were no longer available.
they're actually Max Mara and available everywhere: lady shades.
got to see the new trailer for manson's film which is, as usual, unfairly good: genius even.
and went for dinner with manson, dita and some others to somewhere in mayfair i wasn't paying attention to the name of.
bumped into 'poor old' jefferson (hack) there who i haven't seen in years and years.
realising there was just a little too many papa-nazis outside the restaurant, i went and picked up the (very dirty on the outside) perou-mobile, picked everyone up in the flash of many cameras and returned all to the afore mentioned hotel.
is this enough information for you MM fans?
would you care to know what we all ate and talked about?
i was wearing westwood: of course.
what a jolly evening...almost forgot i was ill.
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