so it was my birthday week and here’s my treat to you: new version of blizzard boyfriend featuring my sexy [blondetourage] blizzard girlfriends. enjoy responsibly :)
cinematography by chillah.
sober original version, click here.
zuma hong kong || the landmark, 15 queen’s road, central, hong kong || +852 3657 6388
i love hong kong.
it’s hard to find hong kong/chinese food as great as here. as much as i love the food, i still miss my raw diet so zuma is the perfect place to satisfy those cravings. this contemporary japanese restaurant and lounge located in the beautiful landmark shopping center is trendy with fresh fish, delicious drinks, and cool people, comparable to the sexy & reliably delicioius sushi roku chain of restaurants in los angeles & vegas, and the likes of novikov in london, and morimoto & catch in new york.
the ikura challenge: how many eggs are there? winner is the closest guess without going over –> that’d be me. i won.
so excited that a new zuma is opening up in new york this winter.
“you look like sex in the city…but younger.”
i took it as a compliment graciously and hurried off before he could scrutinize the ever-so-classy run on my hosiery.
following photos of fun with bff suheyla on the red carpet by aurora rose de crosta
as promised, part 2 [revised 11/12]: more
debauchery photos & stories from the actual party inside:
the thing about indochine: this sexy restaurant serving french vietnamese fare has been able to keep their wow factor for their loyal [very fashionable] crowd that keeps returning for more, and it must have some magic to draw in the new, unlike other fleeting venues in new york that come & go, leaving no lasting impressions [like the girl/boy you forgot you ever made out with].
so m.a.c. cosmetics hosted their big 3-0 birthday bash, themed red decadence. i nibbled on their delicious hors d’oeuvres, mingled with beautiful people, rubbed elbows with designers such as john varvatos, richard chai, and the blonds, watched the performances by company xiv whose artistic director has caught the eyes of even baz luhrmann, so i’ve heard.
there were masks, there were feathers, there were cages, there were sparkly pasties + nipple tassels, and there was a photobooth!
it was a truly glitzy,
nipple-revealing glamorous party, dubbed the biggest bash of the year.
and now more flashbacks:
le progrès || 1 rue de bretagne, le marais district, paris, france
fee fie foe foie,
i smell the cafe full of cool parisians.
why this is my favorite cafe:
1. they don’t have a website [aka they are
snobbish cool, just like you & me]
2. they are located in the middle of a 6-street intersection = massive people-watching haven
3. their food is solid. yum.
4. this is the hip hangout with cool [and pretty] people & right next door to a modeling agency & various fashion houses. models & artists central.
5. their servers are consistently entertaining. [one tried to “pimp out” his younger colleague to us…]
with all the positives, i was able to forgive them for not having wifi.
my favorite here, salade gourmande au foie gras + magret de canard fumé: foie gras + smoked duck breast + haricots verts + tomatoes + greens, drizzled with the perfect citrus vinaigrette salad la parisienne: ham + cheese + egg + tomatoes + simple greens cool artifacts…then i spy 3 guys…how to pick up on 3 [cute] guys?pretend to have a parisian cigarette “vogue” right behind them & eavesdrop [like a super creeper] & wait for the right moment to
attack start up convo…photobomb-kiss by a passerby. i was caught & the targets are leaving…mission failed. pretend nothing ever happened. denydenydeny. goodbye. we’ll never see you again.but tomorrow will be another day!
and then le progres revisited…
back for lunch with my favorite, the lovely fashionista paula who i met at cannes years ago! and it happens to be her birthday today!!! parabéns linda!if it’s delicious, why not get it again? their foie gras has that extra spark in it, infused with magical wine & such. perfect. more than reasonably priced. steak tartare was seasoned well.cafe viennois was our staple caffeine. yum.and finally, our last visit here was a wonderful farewell of whiskey drinking games + adventures + lotto tickets.
you win some, you lose some.
but whœuf they are handsome.
if you’re in the mood for fancy, then I guess you already know about matignon.
matignon || 3 avenue matignon, 75008, paris, france || +33 1 42 89 64 72
all dolled up & red. lot of red lights.
let’s take a moment to appreciate the spinning birdman in the back. and then the brilliant lawyers in the making.
and finally. what have we got here. jacques. if not for the scene, the beautiful people, the french accents, the birdman, the cool dj, the food, then come for mister maitre’d of the year. whœuf.
novikov || 50a berkeley st., london || +44 20 7399 4330
touchdown [fancy] londontown!
this dark [yet perfectly lit for footos: foodie photos], decadent, festive, sexy venue filled with beautiful people [with british accents] & especially fresh seafood [+wifi!] deserves a proper standing ovation, so here it is:
les poissons, les poissons…hee hee hee…hoh hoh hoh…after saying hello to the kitchen staff & shaking hands with the lively seafood on display, onto the real excitement – the
eye candy food & beverages:from the bar area, starting with perfectly crafted espresso martinis – not overly sweet like one too many places.as we venture over to our table, the dining room faces the fresh seafood flown in first class from various parts of the world + the seemingly open kitchen for you to enjoy the art of cooking segregated by a glass wall so as not to ruin the scent of our carefully slathered perfumes [or colognes].shrimp dumpling topped with ikura.langoustine carpaccio – YES.o-toro, you’re so fatty. hotate, you’re so hot. YES.
ikura, you’re so ballsy. YES.[edible?] floral drinks for the ladies. crispy fatty duck with microgreens, pomegranate, pine nuts = mixed guilty + guilt-free feelings cancel out = nonetheless, delicious.king crab legs cooked with superman butter.lightly seared razor clams in a citrus sauce – YES.spicy sea bass in an orange sauce [think fancy orange chicken] – not my favorite but still done well.crispy soft shell crab – yum.i changed it up to a whiskey-based drink served in bamboo for a tropical effect. for dessert, we had few more espresso martinis – they were consistently great. overall, wonderful experience! bravo novikov!
next stop: the rififi club [members only] for restaurateur arkady novikov’s newest creations. more soon!
animal || 435 north fairfax avenue, los angeles, ca 90036 || 323-782-9225
me: if you were to be a dinosaur, which would you be and why? i’d be pterodactyl so i can fly + oversee everything.
he: i think you’d be t-rex.
me: …cuz i can be such a
manmeat-eating heartless [queen] b*tch?
he: cuz when the bill comes, your arms are so short, you can’t reach the bill.
returning from such a long hiatus, you’d think i’d have some animal cooler than a llama to post [does that exist?], but no, just food. from the restaurant, animal, where males and females are [wom]animals, the omnivores that we were created to be. it’s a “thing” ya know. first walking in, it’s a dimly lit, casual cool setting with a lot of tables
full of animals feasting on their latest kill, sniffing their next bambi-esque victim made of wood, very reminiscent of new york, [or am i just missing it?] especially traif, except minus the foie gras. here goes: