Sooo, I have no real excuse for being absent. It’s not like I was traveling during the holidays. I was on mental holiday though (whilst worrying about not blogging).* But, I’m back and am excited at the prospect of an adventure filled, creative, healthy, happy and prosperous 2009. My new year’s resolution? To blog consistently and to stop offering excuses for random hiatus from blogging.
Picture taken at the stroke of midnight (or very, very shortly thereafter) during Shakira’s New Year’s Eve concert in Abu Dhabi. Good thing too, because Sheikh Mohammed cancelled all New Year's Eve celebrations in Dubai in a show of solidarity with the Palestinians and those living in Gaza.
Here’s to living in interesting times!** Excellent success and the best of wishes in 2009! Love ya, mean it!
* I did, however, travel home to the states, a month or so ago, to celebrate my parents’ 35th anniversary, Thanksgiving, a dear friend’s wedding and my birthday. While in the airport—heading to Orlando for Aliya’s wedding celebration (pure fantasy)—I ran into none other than ANDRE LEON TALLEY. Swoon. And, what do you think the editor of this fashion blog, with the heady crush on all things Vogue (notwithstanding some healthy criticism thereof), say upon this chance encounter? Nothing. Not. A. Damn. Thing. Ok, so I’m lying. I did say something. The reason for not writing about this sooner is because I didn’t want to share the embarrassing details (I have this thing about being truthful at all times—I try!). But hey, it’s a fashion blog, it’s Andre Leon Talley…
Picture it. LaGuardia Airport, 5 December 2008. It was an early morning flight, and I was walking groggily to my gate (celebrated birthday the night before). I saw this person approaching (disembarking from a previous flight) and for some reason decided to focus on him—eyes only, my mind was elsewhere. We walked towards each other, he looking at me, me looking at him—and all the while, my brain cells are slowly perking up—and I realize as we’re about, umm, maybe ten feet from each other, that it’s him! So in the space of that ten feet I manage to do the following: (mind you, I could have pulled out my card, talked about my blog, pulled out my camera, sing his and Vogue’s praises, make the hard sell for a guest contributing spot (ha!), anything but what I did) ever so slowly, with what I imagine to be a look of complete and utter bewilderment and star stricken-ness, I said: “Oh My God.” Then faster: “Ohmygod! Ohmygod!” And he said: “Have a happy holiday” and smiled. And just like that, he was gone. Talk about missed opportunity.
** May you live in interesting times, often referred to euphemistically as the Chinese curse, is reputed to be the English translation of an ancient Chinese proverb and curse. But, we wouldn’t want to live in boring times, now would we?
* I did, however, travel home to the states, a month or so ago, to celebrate my parents’ 35th anniversary, Thanksgiving, a dear friend’s wedding and my birthday. While in the airport—heading to Orlando for Aliya’s wedding celebration (pure fantasy)—I ran into none other than ANDRE LEON TALLEY. Swoon. And, what do you think the editor of this fashion blog, with the heady crush on all things Vogue (notwithstanding some healthy criticism thereof), say upon this chance encounter? Nothing. Not. A. Damn. Thing. Ok, so I’m lying. I did say something. The reason for not writing about this sooner is because I didn’t want to share the embarrassing details (I have this thing about being truthful at all times—I try!). But hey, it’s a fashion blog, it’s Andre Leon Talley…
Picture it. LaGuardia Airport, 5 December 2008. It was an early morning flight, and I was walking groggily to my gate (celebrated birthday the night before). I saw this person approaching (disembarking from a previous flight) and for some reason decided to focus on him—eyes only, my mind was elsewhere. We walked towards each other, he looking at me, me looking at him—and all the while, my brain cells are slowly perking up—and I realize as we’re about, umm, maybe ten feet from each other, that it’s him! So in the space of that ten feet I manage to do the following: (mind you, I could have pulled out my card, talked about my blog, pulled out my camera, sing his and Vogue’s praises, make the hard sell for a guest contributing spot (ha!), anything but what I did) ever so slowly, with what I imagine to be a look of complete and utter bewilderment and star stricken-ness, I said: “Oh My God.” Then faster: “Ohmygod! Ohmygod!” And he said: “Have a happy holiday” and smiled. And just like that, he was gone. Talk about missed opportunity.
** May you live in interesting times, often referred to euphemistically as the Chinese curse, is reputed to be the English translation of an ancient Chinese proverb and curse. But, we wouldn’t want to live in boring times, now would we?
3 comments:
OMG, OMG OMG! ALT, shut up! How exciting! At least he said Happy Holidays, and not something to make you feel like an idiot, like "May I help you?" That's positive. You made a connection, and hopefully and impression for the next time!
Hilarious!!! Girl I probably would have done the same.
LOL. Thanks for reading! I'm hoping that our "memorable" encounter will serve me well in the future--when I meet him again. Though I might not ever remind him of it.
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