I spent the last week in New York, visiting my good friend (and fellow Davis High School alumni), Herrie Son. Her boyfriend, cinematic wunderkind Kyle Komline, took us to the Explorer’s Club - a pseudo-secret society of Upper East Side geriatrics dedicated to traveling the globe and eating tea and cookies in dedadent trophy rooms. I won’t go into detail, I’ll just tell you that if you have two legs and live in New York you owe it to yourself to find your way to one of their public events. And they’re only five dollars with student I.D.!

We also went to classy, intimidating men’s clothiers Turnbull and Asser and Jay Kos, and a masqued ball at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Mimi Zora took me to a WGA screening of the new Woody Allen movie (stop it Woody, just stop it) and a hilariously bad T.G.I. Friday’s in Times Square. I did all the requisite vintage shopping in Williamsburg with Herrie, and my formerly cyberspace-friend Michael took me to a crazy Chinese supermart and a Project Runway 4 party in Park Slope. I sat in on some NYU classes, including one taught by Antonio Monda. All in all, it was fun. And that’s how I spent my vacation! Would you like to look at some pictures? You can do that, after the jump.

Oh wait, that’s not a picture from my vacation, that’s just my friend Bob.

Hey, it’s my foxy boyfriend! He’s standing in our living room. This really has nothing to do with New York.

The view from someone’s apartment in San Francisco. Isn’t it nice?

Elsewhere in the room, this is what said San Franciscan had on their coffee table.

Okay, now we’re finally in New York. This is what Herrie Son and Kyle Komline look like when they’re crossing the street.

OMG that’s me! I’m on the Internet!

This is a picture of my cousin Tassia in Soho.

Herrie Son is tough as nails.