Monday, November 24, 2008
new blog... so i guess a new life begins, and therefore a new blog.
sorry, xanga, it's time I moved on.
danielkyoolee.blogspot.com
I'll still be here from time to time, so don't worry.
Monday, September 15, 2008
anniversariesi am coming back to la next week.
it's all come too fast. i swear it was last week i i took a flight to california for reasons i new were a long time coming, yet so unexpected and unwanted.
and i'm excited, but for what? to see the family or friends? to celebrate or mourn?
i was walking down the street today after dropping off a card for anna wintour, and on the way back, i took it slower, and the looks in the eyes of these hard-working people, their faces obviously worn with wistful jealousy at the tourists from better establishments who bought their wares...
the last words he ever said to me were, "do your best."
i can't really remember the last time he said "i love you," and i can't remember the last time i ever said that to him.
it's been a year. last month was his birthday.
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and yet i still deny his existence other than in my head.
i refuse to talk about it with anyone. maybe one day. not today.
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Tuesday, July 29, 2008
i guess one of the perks of working in the industry is scoring a free pair of 3.1 phillip lim for tatami sandals.
lo and behold these so ugly their awesome shoes...
can't wait to wear them!
following, pics from paris during mens fashion week (not so much fashion... but that was seriously a mere moment compared to all the romance this city inspires):
right out my hotel window
walking down rue du rennes in st. germaine
parisian sunset at almost 11pm from richard's hotel room
another view
in the cab home
i appreciate the quirky shape of the pipes on the radiator in my bathroom.
monday... styling ensued... that's edward, a model, richard, and our stylist, alan kennedy
daylight studios is a photography studio... apparently helmut lang used our same studio for his paris operations come show time.
another view outside the enormous skylights
styling continued throughout the week until the show on thursday... this is taken from another cab on the way to the studio.
my last breakfast... damn the food was good. and so simple
Sunday, July 27, 2008
the clouds clearedand the day ended up being quite beautiful.
i spent three hours in line for a free concert at mccarren pool, two blocks from my apt. to see mgmt and the tings tings, both of whom i missed because the venue was filled by the time we were about 100 feet from the entrance. fancy that huh?
this summer so far has been more than anything a huge amount of fun. i've done my fair share of eating, drinking, and dancing. work is becoming increasingly difficult to handle, especially with a growing amount of responsibility, and a growing amount of disrespect from both mine and everyone else's end. you know, it is what it is, and only those who experience what goes on each day knows how backwards a business can run... we'll see what changes in the next couple months. each day is a struggle, no doubt.
paris came and went, it was a surreal experience, almost like it never happened. the whole time i was on this romanticized, movie-like reel of a trip, whisked away in various cabs to various locations, spending half my time in st. germaine amongst fashion, pomp and circumstance, in and around helmut lang's old preparation space for his shows in paris back in the day, and around countless models and industry people.
i was a fly on the wall taking it all in, but not necessarily seeing how it all comes together, because i've been jaded by the experiences of actually putting it together, and the after effects of it all were kind of, well, underwhelming. but it was a beautiful city, with beautiful people, the weather was perfect, and the sun shined until 11pm.
since coming back i've lived life accordingly, and without much regard to the passing of time, or thinking too much about tomorrow. and it's kind of nice, to have finally felt a little more settled into something.
but i still have this nostalgic, wistful feeling about home. and it's calling me louder and louder.
in the end i don't really know what it is that makes me so pathetically introspective. you could call it self pity. who knows? for now, it's fine. but it won't be sooner than later.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
jealousy is such a deadly emotion.
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