Throwback photo diary: the suite life of miley cyrus + Seoul party picz
photos from last summer
My blog camera is lost, so enjoy the following unearthed draft and my last batch of good photos for a little while.
On NYE I was charmed because almost half the drunk girls in the bathroom were clinging to both their iPhone and an alternative camera of some sort. I saw an equal number of disposable film cameras and cheapo digital cameras!! which makes sense because replacements for my tiny canon powershot are going for over 300 bucks on eBay right now. the digital flash-prayingg-stolen besos aesthetic is still IN, and catching on with the masses.
I mentioned this in my 2023 trend decree (NOT predictions, but facts).
If you doubt me, review my 2022 trend forecasts. Did I not predict the nepo baby backlash, balletcore, the west coast, and downfall of web3?
We can’t all be evil dictators of taste…
I.
At the end of last summer, Miley and I were left apartment-less for a second, so we holed up in a hotel room on the lower east side. Miley was a bit perturbed at first (she has no idea she’s the most mf glam rottweiler-pitbull who’s ever lived).
Excluding miley walks, I only left my room twice: for a birthday party in Bushwick and to attempt to do work at a cafe. When you’re living in a hotel a lá Eloise at the Plaza, you’re allowed to make your friends come to you.
phone was broken that week so I lugged my computer to Brooklyn so as to be able to text throughout the night (i knowww I wish I could be as cool as the luddite teens but I’m self aware enough to know that I simply am not.)
Then I tried to be one of those girls who does work at Sant Ambroeus, but I don’t need to ever go back. maybe I was in a bad mood but the vibes felt off. I simply CANNOT be productive in a place that is made for people watching. Saw a man with a tiny dog wearing a Prada vest sitting next to him in a booth, and instead of being charmed I was unsettled.
II.
Before my hotel stint I got to go on a work trip to Paris and Seoul for my former corporate girlboss job. We arrived starving to our hotel in Gangnam and immediately walked through a torrential downpour for korean fried chicken.
The walk back to the hotel was a damp, neon fever dream.
Seoul does bodegas better than new york. Everything is cute.
This squid was still moving(!)
seafood pancakes and rice wine were fire.
jordan and anuja vibing in the night market.
the décor at a wine bar called After Jerkoff.
This was the night we went out in Itaewon, the international district.
we befriended LV belt guy.
never ending bars and photobooths.
Itaewon
fliers on the ground in Gangnam.
On the last night we went out in Gangnam and we had to finesse our way into the club since none of us spoke Korean.
I just remember: being behind the DJ booth, a dior bucket hat in the crowd, a Justin Bieber remix(?), and a sea of guys in white/light colored t shirts, which I thought was interesting because most people in NYC wear black when going out.
post-club-already-light-outside pics
Then I had to catch a connecting flight to Bangkok and crash at an airport hotel for 12 hours, and then I went to Bali and almost drowned while surfing for the first time without a lesson. but I have no photos of that.
xx,
esmé <3