BLOG #20: LOVE THE PARTY AND IT WILL LOVE YOU BACK.
C/O BFA; credit: Jason Lowrie The evening started in Canada which, I don’t know if you guys know, is actually on 9 th avenue. Eating poutine with Harry. Talking about movies. The delicate balance between plot and story, which are two different things that a lot of people cannot tell the difference between. We both have advanced degrees in film which makes us qualified to make this distinction so we do and we eat the congealed fries and peppery gravy and cheese curds at The Canuck (a fine establishment). We’re both wearing suits and I am attending the 2026 Whitney Art Party with my boyfriend, with exposed tits in my balconette bra whose shade of pink matches my lipstick. It is 8 Fahrenheit outside and probably significantly less factoring in windchill. Fuck ice and ICE. Harry and me by Harry; Nicolaia and me by Harry The story kind of begins five and some change years ago during the “unprecedented times.” I was a bottle blonde and had early 20s sciatic nerve pain from not ...
