District L

Dear Santa,

You must admit, this has been a bit of a rough year. Between the East Coast earthquake, “Hurricane” Irene, and two apocalypses, District L proposes that you take all things into consideration and grade on a curve this holiday season. Besides, compared to last year, we haven’t been all that bad.

First and foremost, we developed a little financial responsibility. We didn’t spend ANY rent money on United Nude shoes or A.OK knits this year. Honestly! We always used our credit cards instead.

Furthermore, we only partied on weekdays when it was really, really vital. You can’t deny the importance of Alan Cumming’s fragrance launch, anything Anna Dello Russo, and Lois Eastlund’s evening revelries. And how can you expect us to skip an open bar at Highline Stages, an event at the Chelsea Art Museum, or… okay, fine. It's true. We never miss an opportunity to have fun.

But we were taught the virtue of positivity by Lela Rose and the importance of a full eight hours by Kaelen. And perhaps we even learned how to relax a bit with the help of Nomia, Sergio Davila, and Son Jung Wan.

So, if we were you, we’d check the list three times -- before Mathieu Mirano pours something special into your milk.

Sincerely,

District L

NYC Internet Week 2011 is upon us.

Grab your OAK mesh-pieced leggings or CMYK necklace and head out to meet the youngest brood of Zuckerberg-wannabes. The Tribeca Grand Hotel would be the perfect place to debut your newest piece of Plastique at tonight's IWNY After Party.

Images from Vogue Italia (2003) - Steven Klein

After Thursday’s midday sunshine turned into an apocalyptic downpour, many practical people of New York abandoned their evening plans. But the rest of us went to OAK for a party hosted by Obesity and Speed.

The New York-based brand paired with Kanon Organic Vodka, successfully littering Bond Street with fashion’s junior mafia, models-turned-musicians, and 24hour party people.

According to some poll somewhere, the most common resolutions made by resolution-makers included drinking less alcohol, managing debt, and eating healthier.

We know - lame.

That’s why the District L darlings resolved something far more compelling: Be more fabulous.

Over a champagne-infused Sunday brunch at The Tangled Vine, we dissected such a goal. Of course, any effort towards awe-advancement would start with wardrobe expansion. Wearing the equestrian-space-pants I had picked up at the Oak sale the day prior, I had already gotten a head start on achieving our Fashion Nirvana objective.

But one cannot be fabulous on fashion alone. Sadly, there are many quasi-chic-looking individuals who lead conventional lives otherwise. With that thought, we ordered another round of champagne. Three flutes later, step three became more obvious: To be more fabulous, one must preserve their energy for more fabulous things. $22 cab ride? Check.

Three Ninth Street espressos, two White Noise G&Ts, one Jefferies visit, and one Lois Eastlund jumper later, and it was time to take a break from being fabulous. I mean, 2011 had only just begun – we wouldn’t want to burn out!

Heading back to the apartment, I decided to pick up a few grocery items at Duane Reade before retiring the weekend of fabulousness. After spending 15 careful minutes comparing the insane prices of canned pesto, I became exasperated and left. Christ, I wasn’t that hungry.

Post by Amanda LaMela

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