I'm on the train, texting my editor at Gawker. "OMG. Geh on train with Chanel tat on neck!" He replies that he wants a picture. I reply that I only have my phone-cam, which sucks. Later I realize that indeed my camera is packed. I wait for the person, who frankly said little and contributed little to the article, to file out in front of me and snap a pic. Blurry! Another. Blurrier! One last chance. And ... the flash goes off. My prey doesn't notice but everyone behind me is looking at me in fear.
This week's article explores The Pines Party, without actually needing to throw away the $150 needed to attend. A bookend piece it looks at some thoughts before the event and the recovery period afterward. And it has the picture mentioned above. Enjoy.
