There is some sort of strange intern war going on in Los Angeles. The employed “regular†girls are demeaned by Dim Mak interns. Dim Mak interns wish they were Cobrasnake interns. Cobrasnake interns want to have sex with Mark. The whole thing is oh so strange and non-sensical, girls. American Apparel starts at 9 dollars an hour. Dov Carney will takes photos of you half dressed for at least a couple hundred dollars. Minimum wage later, you have a billboard. Plus, you get a 50 percent discount on all those bootie shorts.
I don’t have interns because it is ridiculous. You have probably met them. They walk up to door guys calling themselves “Sarah Morrison’s intern†and walk right in. They don’t fold t-shirts or update my Myspace. I just suggest they actually save babies in trees or animals from single parent families. If they really want to “volunteer.â€
You are not a big deal because you can get into Cinespace. My interns are there before you even start collecting your emails. They spent their day at some job getting paid. They rush somewhere after cashing their paycheck to rescue a hamster out of a tree. They grab whatever dress they shouldn’t have spent their entire paycheck on, slip it on, and are out the door. They count their drink tickets out, as you glare at them behind your email clipboards. They drink their Svedka/tonics to lil hampsters survival.
Grab a unitard, save a something.
K thx.
At a suburban east coast Target…
It was 12.99, well 13 something with tax.
Roll your eyes all you want dj-whoever-you-are, steve aoki just won….liek the entire game.
I literally just caught myself writing a text that read “OMG, if you are going to read one mass email this year, this is it. Trust me.”
Posted by Sarah Morrison on January 8, 2008
Preface: I love both parties involved equally. I just find this funny. I love djs. I love gays. In closing, I love all gay djs equally, even franki and steve.
I like two types of drama. I like drama that does not involve me and drama between boys. This excerpt from the iheartcomix email blast-on-blast today has both of those things.
Those that pay attention to me, are aware i detest mass emails. But a few actual email readers reccomended me opening this. They promised me it would be worth it.
It was.
It had only been 8 months since the final break-up of myself and my former DJ/event partner, STEVE AOKI, and the launch of our then new and purposefully competing weekly TUESDAY night party, CHECK YO’ PONYTAIL. Our first two records on our record label, MATT & KIM and PROTOKOLL, were only 2 months old. TRAVIS and I had been in LOS ANGELES for 3 years and we still didn’t have a functional website.
A lot has changed since then, we come to the beginning of the new year, bigger than ever and ready to take on the next larger and looming challenges. Despite the efforts of said previous DJ/events partner, STEVE AOKI, to surpress our existence to the world using his greater fame, greater wealth and influence to pressure publications not to write about me/us (yes, we know, NYLON and BPM), pressuring friends and former friends to either not be our friend or work with us (RONYS PHOTOBOOTH, ROYAL RUMBLE, among several others) by threatening them a loss of pay or acceptance into his circle, pressuring THE COBRASNAKE to jettison our friendship almost immediately upon our break-up and consequently, or maybe voluntarily, erasing mine and close friends out of existence on the website and blatantly lying in advertising to steer people away from our events (it’s documented in one instance on thefader.com, HERE ), we’ve been able to make it out at the top of our game, unafraid of the future, unafraid to speak and armed for the wave of shit to come.
We fought tooth and nail this year to stake our claim in the hearts and minds of the kids of LOS ANGELES, of the kids of the world, in pop culture itself. We work harder than everyone you know to bring you the best shit you’ve ever seen. Even rich kids, jealous of the taste they don’t have, couldn’t stop us. We moved to LA with nothing, began 2007 on our knees with a plan, and ended standing tall ready to climb the mountain and secure our spot at the top. This is the IHEARTCOMIX YEAR IN REVIEW.
oh snap, franki. wah waaa?!?
First of all apparently Delia’s is still a catalog. For those confused by my last statement, I am about to clarify. Delia’s was this mail-order catalog from the 1990s. Like, the only two pieces of mail that came to my house with my name on them in 1992 were Sassy and Delia’s.
More clarity for the youngsters: You live in the Boston suburbs. Your mom says you are not allowed to take the train by yourself till you are fifteen. So getting to Urban Outfitters is quite the feat. Thank god you have Delia’s.
So it is still a catalog. They also have a website. That sort of bummed me out because it sort of takes the fun out of Delia’s. Oh Alloy is still a catalog too. Alloy tried but never succeeded as being as cool as Delia’s. I am not going to even give them a “tag.â€
I flip through the catalog, seeing if it is as cool as it used to be. Of course it is not. But I was also 13 when it was my fashion bible, so I guess it is all relative.
What I do find is this.
Jeremy Scott can probably die happy.
It is $16.50 or 2/$25.00
This is a horrible example. There are way better hoodies than this, in the catalog. The website has less stuff and is sort of annoying. There is a black and gold one and another dino print one. Alloy has some too.
Delia’s is ripping off Steve Aoki. With that, I am vowing to never make fun of him again. Actually, there is no way that will ever really happen. Steve would agree.
