Monday, December 04, 2006

The Resurrection of Yang

Hello friends.

It's been a few months since I've posted on the Yangabang, and since then I've reshuffled my apartment situation, got salary at my fur job, and been a boy about town, leaving my poor blog in the past. I'm living in Chinatown now, with two girls, Brittany DeBeers and Danielle Palma. Still working like a maniac, so much so, that I'm ditching out on the holidays in Utah to make some more furs. Stay tuned.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Star Smacked

Me and my cohorts at the boutique opening. From Left to Right.
Brittany DeBeers in Forever 21, YangaBang in Dolce and Gabbana, Gabriella in vintage, and My Melissula in Forever 21.

Nicholas Petrou, the designer I sold my soul to three months ago, finally opened his boutique on Madison Avenue during Fall Fashion Week. I was sweating bullets the whole day, dressing over thirty mannequins hours before the party started. But the minute the clock struck six, fashionistas, socialites, photographers, old biddies with lots of expendable incomes, and a smattering of b-listers, poured through the front door to fill their glasses with champagne.

Unknown male, La Lohan, and the Grubby Stylist.

But of course, I was mostly bowled over by Lindsay Lohan, who was rumoured to have a drop in shopping appointment. Anyone who reads anything about 'celebrities' knows that Lindsay doesn't show up to parties on time. The only thing I ate all day was a bagel, and by the time she showed up a half hour after the party supposedly ended, it was a bagel, six glasses of champagne, some caviar, and a few gin tonics.

But you're so orange!

I remember it all like it was yesterday...I was outside smoking a cigarette, and a huge black SUV pulled up, and then Lindsay jumped out. She was fast, tall, and orange. She rushed into the store with flashbulbs and an entourage trailing behind her, and then violently went from rack to rack to try on clothes.

Yeah, pick that up Mr. Designer. I want to try it on.

30,000$ dolllar embroidered sable jackets our team spent weeks putting together were tossed to the floor. Baby doll dresses with 200$ a yard parisian lace were rumpled and passed between her bottle tanned fingers, or to the hands of her grubby smelly stylist. And the whole time, I was taking pictures. I followed her like a hawk, snapping digital photos with the cam of my good friend and co-worker (also fellow Utahn incidentally) Brittany DeBeers. I was like a drunk, hot papparazzo. And it was fun.

A picture taken by the real papparazzi, on the above mentioned night.

Her boobs are actually large, and quite real. Don't know about that ponytail, or the eyelashes, or the tan. She walked away with a few pieces, but was on her way back from the Calvin Klein after party. That belt got her on a few worst dressed lists. She looks exactly the same as her pictures, maybe prettier. Her voice is still husky. All in all, it wasn't any different than getting bumped by Parker Posey coming out of Bikram Yoga. (That happened yesterday.)

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Preview for the Giant Lindsay Post.

Yes. This is a picture of Lindsay Lohan, trying on a jacket by the designer I sold my soul for, Nicholas Petrou. And yes fools, I was there drinking a lot of champagne. But I didn't get a picture taken with her, because I was too busy taking pictures of her. This is one of ten hundred photos I took of La Lohan that night, and there's more to come, when my computer's being less of a bitch. And no, I am not obsessed. She was just so orange!

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Reading Rainbow

I've been getting a lot more reading done now that I have to pack myself like a sardine on the L train to and from the city every day. I managed to tackle most of the books by some of my fave authors that I somehow missed when they were hot off the press. Granted, some of the books were hot off the press before I was born. But whatever.

Ah! Amy Tan. What can I say? Her prose isn't overly descriptive, and yet she leaves you enough to know who her characters are, defined by their actions and childhood traumas. This is, I believe, her most recent work. I was sucked in as soon as I read the introduction.

The novel is mostly based off the words of a cancer stricken woman in Berkelee California who believed the spirit of a dead Asian American socialite, Bibi Chen, could speak through her body. Creepy stuff. It follows a group of 11 tourists traveling through China to Tibet, who completely vanish. Which is also based off a true story. Tied in is a lot of musing on Buddhist beliefs vs. Western perceptions, and the political history and strife of Tibet's scarred relationship with China. Pick it up bitches.

In another reality spin, Kurt Vonnegut's Galapagos transported me to another world. One that doesn't have a past, present, or future tense. The narrative is insane, he manages to tell several different stories in a choppy back and forth way, yet seamlessly put together. Like if Quentin Tarantino made a documentary.

This story is also told by a dead man, following a group of tourists. (I am only just noticing this odd coincidence in my reading behavior.) But these tourists end up being the last survivors of the human race, who eventually repopulate Earth, after evolving into dolphin people. It all sounds strange, but somehow comes off really normal. Fascinating, and hilarious.

I always mean to read more Gabriel Garcia Marquez, but it's such a commitment, his words are lush, sentences long, and paragraphs longer. And yet, I'm drawn in. I would sometimes get through only one or two pages at a time, because I want every image, sound, and smell he describes to sink into my bones.

The story is one of unrequited, and undying love. Mr.Garcia-Marquez offers an amazing glimpse of Panama and South America at the turn of the century, during a long period of decaying affluence. We follow a pair of young lovers, and the routes of their lives when they separate, and eventually come back together when they are well into senior citizenhood.

Last but not least is Murakami's Kafka on the Shore. Now, I love me some Haruki Murakami. He's one of the most brilliant authors alive right now, and yet he is not that well known stateside. His style is like an eerily realistic sci-fi noir, where things happen you know have to be impossible; but you believe anyway.

It's a Murakami retelling of The Odyssey; which is touchy and tender. Like most of his work, the novel is filled with casts of fascinating people, and sometimes animalia. There is one particular character, a sort of outcast in society, who finds lost cats in his neighborhood, because he knows how to speak with them. It sounds cheesy, but is truly profound, simple, and enticing.

Come on friends. Take a break from your cell phones, digital ispace pods, computers (after you're done YangaBanging), and televisions, and pick up a good read. And in the words of the fabulous LeVar Burton, "I'll seeya next time."

Saturday, July 22, 2006

Fur Real

So a lot of people have been asking me what I'm up to in NYC. During the week, I work for Nicholas Petrou, the creative director and head designer at Dennis Basso, the Liza Loving fur company. He's coming out with his own collection of couture level clothing --not fur exclusive---this fall, with jackets and dresses priced between 10-150,000$.

Even though I was hired to work on Nicholas' debut collection exclusively....I end up doing a lot of work with the fur company, love or hate me. I used to be obsessed with fur, as fur was making it's "comeback" during the period of my adolescence when I became interested in fashion. And then, years later, I realized that I loved cats, and cute foxes, and tried to get into more of a Stella McCartney "You Have to Be More Creative as a Designer Not Using Fur" route.

But fate often goes in circles, and now I work in the fabulously grotesque world of fur. It is THE highest price point in women's clothing in America, right below couture. When I am given an option as to how to finish a seam or trim, the first thing my superiors tell me is "do it the more expensive way." And hell, I'm fine with that.

Check out the Dennis Basso website, it's kind of fun and interactive. Just don't hate me because I touch the skin of dead animals all day long. It's really soft.

Dennis Basso

* Meryl Streep wears not one, not two, but three or four Basso coats in the Devil Wears Prada. The first is a brown sable, Ms. Streep's opening scene in the movie, when she gets out of the car and terrorizes the staff. The others are intermingled--a fox, and then a chinchilla coat. And then she dons a green mink in the last scene of the flick--not too shabby.

Pretty Bones

The creepy world of Jessica Joslin.

  • Jessica Joslin
  • Inner Celebrity Animal

    Above; Star Jones, Paris Hilton, Brangelina.
    Check out more hilarious animal sketches of celebrities at
  • Gallery of the Absurd
  • Friday, July 14, 2006

    Covering Couture

    I started nodding off when I tried paying attention to the rest of resort, so I decided just to throw in the towel and take a long nap until couture season began.

    But when I woke up, my daydreams of damsels in distress, black and white gangsters' molls, and nightmares of flesh eating tweed, and visions of hideous eighties proportions, were all real. This was a strange season in couture.

    I wanted to randomly select the looks on the runway, but my eyes are too biased towards the good and the bad. So I'm going to judge what the models of the moment were wearing.

    Our first girl is Snejana Onopka, the New More Eastern European Gemma Ward.

    In Chanel: NASTY

    Lacroix: FUR CUTE




    Thursday, June 29, 2006

    Project Mayhem

    I knew the team at Project Runway wanted to amp it up a little this year in terms of the designer contestants on their show, given the nature of it's insane popularity. But I was especially surprised when I was skipping around the doll sites today, and found out that that ROBERT BEST will be competing to show at Olympus Fashion Week this September.

    Robert Best, is no stranger to the fashion scene. He was Isaac Mizrahi's assistant designer when Isaac was super high fashion in the nineties, and makes appearances in the cult documentary, Unzipped, the prequel to Seamless.He's had a line of couture dresses out for a few years now, but is most known in certain circles as the creator of the collectible line of Silkstone Barbie Dolls, which are said to have saved the collectibles Barbie market from imploding. I first started collecting his dolls when I was sixteen, in Taiwan, and had a disposable income.

    You can imagine how shocked I was when I learned that he graduated from Judge Memorial High School from my college counselor, who attended school with him back in the eighties. Yes, he was born and raised in Bountiful, Utah. Now I know who to root for this season. Keep your fingers crossed bitches...he's gonna rock. (As long as he can make a dress in 48 hours and withstand the scathing criticisms and orange skin of Fraulein Klum and Herr Kors.)

    Wednesday, June 28, 2006

    La Lohan

    Lindsay's been all over the news, what with her role in "Prairie Home Companion" which I saw on opening day. She's good in it-- really good. All of you Anti-Lohans will be proven wrong in the coming years. And the girl knows her designers if any of you keep up with the gossip-- she tells her stylist what to buy versus the other way around. And she actually looks good. Lindsay, you are in my top ten Style Icons, and since I have yet to name the others-- You're #1.

    Here's some snippets of June's Harper's Bazaar, and Interview Magazines...both of which I have.

    Tuesday, June 27, 2006

    New City Revolution

    New York City is a place where people come to compete for their dreams, or party until they forget their dreams. It's a place they experience for a few years, and move on from, or end up getting sucked into, like one giant toilet that flushes into the Hudson River.

    I just finished unpacking my stuff in Brooklyn for the summer...and I have to say it will probably be nice to get out of Manhattan during the hottest months of the year. Not just because of the sweltering humidity, loud as hell midnights, or gangs of homeless people/tourists, but because of the unstoppable, never ending pace.

    Standing on the corner of Prince and Mulberry for six hours every Saturday and Sunday means I get a lot of people watching done. This weekend, I saw Iman in person (She buys things at Rickys), Fabrizio Moretti alone and hot, and Heather Graham Cracker. Alongside the somewhat celebs were tourists from every nook and corner of the globe, and probably every state. There were those with fake Louis Vuittons, and real Balenciagas, hipsters, hobos, and families alike.

    It's hard to believe I've only been here for four months, and still find myself longing for bits of the place I left behind....the City of Salt, Mormons, and Thrift stores olde Salt Lake. Maybe it's running into fellow ex-Utahns, on the street, or at my new job, who all seem a bit nostalgic for the day to day existence--of living in the middle of a desert, nestled in mountains, and making up your day as it goes along--more or less. Lately I've been in a little bit of a depressed NY funk--and I think it was because I realized that no matter what great a city you live in---you won't stop missing your good friends and great times from back home.

    Which is why I am dedicating this blog entry to the Fabulous Jesse Walker-- inspiration and friend. He just ended his insanely successful line of Just Wanna Dance parties at the W Lounge in Downtown Salt Lake, and premiered his art/sound installation on the walls of the public library, titled "Reflective Skin". Here's nine hundred hurrahs to Jesse Walker, International Superstar DJ, Artist, Photographer, and Creative Superhero Genius.

    He is also the author of a blog that covers all the awesome, kitschy, beautiful, and scary things that make up what is Salt Lake. I know that I-- and countless other Ex-Slats, look to his brilliant photography and keen insights when they're missing exactly what they're trying to find--home. Thanks for making it feel a little closer.

  • New City Movement
  • Tuesday, June 13, 2006

    Cat Power

    Happened upon an artist who seems to have been surfing with this whole creepy/cute vibe a lot longer than most. Her name's Marion Peck, and her haunting visions of children, KITTIES, and other animals will be sure to inspire you, make you long for some long lost innocence, or make you shudder. Check-check check it out.

  • Marion Peck
  • Tuesday, June 06, 2006

    Two Parties: One Hot Shirt

    So, I am neither a socialite nor club goer, merely a cute boy who likes to dance. But I've found myself going out a lot more than what should be alotted, given my fragile health. Cough, cough. Here are my reviews for one big party, and one not so big party that I recently attended.


    Okay folks, the kids are cute, the drinks were moderately priced, and the music was...meh Eighties Night meets Hot 100. This used to be a raging party, and apparently it's just gotten kind of lame. No, it actually got really lame. I went with some of my gay (happy) friends that I don't usually see in the city, and was so disappointed this time 'round that I ended up buying TOO many cheap drinks, TOO early in the night. I didn't want to take off my sunglasses because I didn't want any one to recognize me, and I didn't want to recognize anyone. When I spilled my fifth g&t, all over the ground, and found myself surrounded my hipsters gasping "sacrilege!" I no choice but to flee the bar. Maybe next Saturday.

    Motherfucker 6th Anniversary:

    The theme was Truman Capote's Black and White Ball. Except this time, instead of Audrey and Jackie O, there were a gang of trannies and professional Vogue-ers! Damn. It was at the Roxy, which is a pretty big space in the meat packing district. I went with an upgraded crew of happy friends, and actually had a blast. The music was all the right eighties, dance, and dance rock, seamlessly mixed together. Everyone went balls (and boobs) out for the theme, and bitches know when people get into themes parties get bumpin.

    *Motherfucker pic by Nikola of Please don't destroy my blogutation because I used the pic without express permission. Just check out her site friends.

    Monday, June 05, 2006

    Rainy Daze

    The rain's been pouring down on NYC for four days straight, and today the clouds are still ominous and scary. I was trying to compile an adorable and trendy rainy day to do list for Yangabang, and then realized that such a thing is impossible; as rainy days are neither trendy nor adorable. So here's a to do list of 5 things I actually did this rainy weekend, in random order.

    1. Smoke Hookah.

    What better way to be stuck in doors than inside a smoke filled den, intimately lit, with your favorite Saudi or Lebanese music strumming away overhead. If you want a light smoke, go with something herbal like Jasmine or Mint. Double Apple is better with friends, and while you're at it, have a Turkish Coffee to ensure lively conversation.

    2. Watch a Footballer's Wives Marathon.

    Sex, bitchery, shirtless Euro hunks, and deliciously tacky clothes. British people are crazy, so their #1 soap is definitely something to be committed to. In just four hours, I watched Tanya Turner do a gang of coke with her talon-like manicure, kill her old grubby husband by literally 'fucking him to death', move in with Conrad Gates (the show's David Beckham) and drive his ex-wife Amber (A Bollywood version of Posh Spice) to attempted suicide. HOT.

    3. Bleach Your Whites.

    Come on, you know those whites need a good soak in some clorox. Pit stains begone! Mystery stains vanish! Soak them hot in your tub if you want to kill two birds with one stone so you can finally get rid of that grimy ring that's been there since...the last rainy day.

    4. Try a New Drink.

    As I am a committed wino-- I decided to jump on the whiskey train on The Rainy Friday Night. Just two glasses, and I didn't feel that drunk...yet definitely knew some of my brain cells couldn't see straight. I knew I was going to be a cheap date when I 'wobbled' on the way home! Oh are so...warm.

    5. Clean.

    You know you should. Even if every thing looks clean, there's still that rat doodoo under the sink, or that mold on your toilet, or those eyebrow hairs on your sink. Maybe you should vacuum the shag rug or pull out couch, or do those binge eating dishes you've been avoiding. Or you could just take advantage of my alternative #5 thing to do in the rain: Get Laid.

    Wednesday, May 31, 2006

    The Holiday Cruise Resort

    Fashion shows used to only happen at the most obvious times of the year. But in the 21st century, and even in New York, fashion shows seem to be happening all the time. In the last few weeks, designers showed their resort collections--I mean holiday--I mean cruise--Or no--does holiday actually happen around the holidays?? And if so, is it crazy Barbie Holiday--all foil and velveteen clothes?

    In any case, most New York designers opt for photographs of the collections sent out to buyers and select press, but this 'season' (I'm still not sure if I want to consider resort a season) the two head honchos of European Fashion, John Galliano and Karl Lagerfeld, flew in their collections, top models, and make-up folks for fully staged fashion shows.

    Dior--all wearability, some punchy colors, and funky hairstyles. He's going into a violently eighties direction--and I'm not sure I mind. I have to admit, the metallics were a little blinding at first, but he seemed to perfect their level of excessiveness to a point where it was visually alluring.

    The Chanel show kind of grossed me out. I mean, I worship Karl, but I think not eating has really done something to his designing ability. Some of the looks are cute, but the styling was all over the place--and the colors were violent eighties in a horrifically Pretty In Pink way. And those shoes? much time in the dungeons...

    I was getting a little disenchanted by this point. And then I remembered that aside from resort--couture season is starting up soon! Before any of the Euros flashed their dance, our Isaac Mizrahi showed his super luxe made to order collection at Bergdorf Goodman, filled with mod influenced modern clothing-- a trend I happen to love. The clean lines and coolacious color blocking just made me so happy inside. Maybe I don't mind fashion all year round.