Recap: Halloween in NYC!
Halloween is an excuse for New Yorkers to go CRAZY (um, I mean, crazier). So there is this insane $250,000 VICE Magazine 15th Anniversary party on Halloween, and it is supposed to be wild, and I got my ‘offical’ press pass…so of course I had to BE THERE!!!!!! Came straight from LA, didn’t arrive till late, but wasn’t gonna miss this party…my dad picked me up at the Philly airport and I threw stuff in a bag while he drove…then he dropped me right at the Amtrak station, gave him a kiss and shot across the street.
Arrived all sweaty and gross with 2 minutes to spare…and, of course, the train was running AN HOUR late… so I took a ‘whore shower’ and got in my costume in the 30th Street Station bathroom. That’s where I met these cool chicks on their way to NYC too. We listened to 80′s music and got dressed…yes, in the 30th Street Station at midnight putting on costumes and drinking beer (ever see the movie Witness? The bathroom of the 30th Street station is where the Amish kid witnesses that murder…I think seeing this might have disturbed him even more.)
Anyway, I loved these girls so much I had to do a photojournalism project about them (note: I am obviously not a photographer OR a journalist):


made lots of friends in the snack car...would like to believe it is 'cause I'm so cool, but really it is 'cause I was with two hot girls dressed as peacocks

this is michael, on his way to go to a party in NYC, such a cool kid, works at the Colbert Report and is an actor and will probably be famous within a year...PS he has a girlfriend he adores, and seemed a little uncomfortable having to pose with this peacock

BEER GARDEN GIRL (note: as we all know, Halloween is just an excuse for guys to dress as girls and girls to dress as sluts)

at the Chelsea Hotel...I have a friend who lives there and have been spending a lot of time hanging there...will tell you more of this amazing place another time...anyway, he was Kung Fu David Carradine performing auto erotic asphyxiation...horrible, I know. But hilarious.
So we finally made it to the VICE party on the outskirts of Brooklyn…and guess what? This crazy party that was supposed to last till noon the next day is officially OVER. Here are the ravages of what we missed:

purple wigs, red umbrella, plastic gun
But, gotta say, I wasn’t that upset. I had a blast just getting there.
And besides, I was really, really tired.


















Dear Maya,
We were waiting for you, but we tought you forgot about us, so we shut the shop down. We are terribly sorry, we missed you.
We’ll see you around.
VP