Wed
Oct
1
It seems that veteran intern for about 2 months now, Cory Carroll is too good for all of us at Blackbook. He struts into the office in the morning, not only as an intern, but as a bank for his “bossman” Nick. Every day Nick orders Cory to go across the street and get him coffee and NOT ONLY does he not give him money, he makes him go with no pants on. Although, Cory does not seem to mind. He tears his pants off like a bat out of hell. He is very confident with his manlyhood though so not to freit, he is as straight as they come. As you can see, Cory is a decently tall boy with fair skin, strikingly red hair and a fabulous musk. Cory is like the Chuck Bass of Blackbook Magazine and he makes it known. If you ever see Cory on the street, don’t even bother to say hello because him and his ego are in their own world. As for me, that’s a secret I’ll never tell.
XoXo
Gossip Virgin
Fri
Aug
15
After two incredible months at BlackBook, my time as an editorial intern has sadly come to an end. There have been many highlights during my time here, and just a couple of low-lights.
High-Lights:
- Blogging for the BlackBook website. Now Googling my name links to my articles rather than foreign porn sites and a list of all my high school activities.
- Events. I’ve gone to a VIP record release party for a Dutch band (that came with a free drink ticket), the launch party for our August issue at the very chic Socialista, and finally the awesome intern appreciation party at Barna (thanks for that!).
- Meeting lots of amazing people. This experience would not be what it was without all of the other interns and staff members at BlackBook.
-Half-Day Fridays. They felt like the joyous and too-sporadic half-days of my pre-college days.
- Getting to see my name in the magazine itself. Sorry if it sounds vain but I just love it.
Low-Lights:
-Commuting (which I can’t really blame BlackBook for). Venturing to and from work every day from the forgotten borough of Staten Island was not something I really enjoyed, although I did become friends with my express bus driver.
- Transcribing interviews. Trying to transcribe an interview from a recorder that only works in one headphone with background noise and an interviewee who barely speaks English is a pretty daunting task, and not really something I can say that I looked forward to. On the upside, I got to find out some interesting celeb tid-bits, like that Dita Von Teese does her own hair and make-up and picks out her own clothes (yet still manages to look flawless) and that Rachel Zoe is a huge Grateful Dead fan.
Overall, I am definitely going to miss working at BlackBook!
—Gaby
Spotted across the street from the lovely BlackBook offices, casually sipping on a caffeinated beverage: none other than the sometimes pirate, sometimes elf, always smoldering ORLANDO BLOOM. I have lived in New York my entire life and this is by far the biggest celebrity I have ever spotted (with the help of a gracious hint from Nick and Cayte). Today is my last day at BlackBook (tear, tear) and Orlando was definitely a memorable going-away present.
—Gaby
Thu
Aug
14
…just isn’t as exciting! I’ve been back in Texas for less than two weeks and I still am in denial that I won’t be back in the city for another couple of years. I come home expecting to walk everywhere, or hopstop directions to wherever I need to go, and then realize I need $40, which I don’t have, to put gas in a car I have no interest in driving. Where are the cabs when I need one?! I went shopping today. It’s back to Old Navy and boring department stores and running into no one famous unlike when I shop in Soho and run smack dab into Bryan Greenberg! I go to Soho and get invited personally to Bryan’s show that is, of course, schedule for after my departure of the city. I’m sure it was a bad ass show.
Anyway, I know I didn’t post too much on here before I left, but there are a couple of things that need to be said. BlackBook gave me an amazing summer. Not everyday was the greatest, but it all added up to a fabulous two months in the city. Everyone I met affected me, and I am lucky to have met them. I’m definitely going to miss the BlackBook family and New York. I will be back though! You can count on it. To future interns, take everything given to you and do it fabulously. Always ask for something to do because there always is something to do.
Enough with being emotional, it’s not something I like to do a lot. Best of luck with the magazine and guides!
-missing the city, T.
Wed
Aug
6
Today I can barely walk my legs hurt so bad. Why? Because I spent the evening dancing the night away to welcome NYC’s newest arrival, my dear friend from back in Tampa, FL, Amy, who moved to the city yesterday! It’s always a good feeling to have one of “your people” close by when living in a new part of the country.
Staying true to my unpaid internship budget, I whisked her away to the closest McD’s for dinner (more money for beer) and off to our first destination. Everytime I go out in NYC, I’m still so new that I think every place is AMAZING. Literally that “woooooow” effect hits me everytime. Last night proved no different.
1st Stop: Chelsea Piers Sports Complex
100 foot yachts on the Hudson River accompanied by an indoor golf complex, cosmic bowling (blacklights and all), and a really cool gymnastics gym that looked like good fun in that Chucky Cheese kind of way. 2 beers= $13 + tip
2nd Stop: 202 Restaurant/Bar/Designer Clothing Store?
Designer Nicole Farhi decided to put a restaurant/bar in the middle of her apparel and home collection. Either way, we knew the bartender and had some excellent treats for free, including some delicious muddled Grand Marnier soaked watermellon balls! A Champagne toast was in order for Amy’s arrival and off to the next spot we went.
3rd and Final Destination: Happy Ending Lounge
Under the influence of our bartender/friend and her delicious free drinks, we were persuaded to venture into the sceney LES and walked right into the trap when we arrived at Happy Ending Lounge. I never really knew what “hipster” meant until I floated through this place. I saw Flock of Seagulls band member wannabes and danced along to MGMT all night long while balloons were cast around the room, bouncing off heads and hands in all three thumping rooms.
Needless to say…. it was my head that was thumping this morning as I dragged myself to work. My happy ending wasn’t so happy. Now how to apologize to my legs?
B. Bek!
Mon
Aug
4
Like any good Adam McKay flick, “Stepbrothers,” (starring Will Ferrell and John C. Reilly) gains credibility through laughing at itself. Ferrell and Reilly play two 40-year old men who are each still living at home with a parent. When their parents marry, they become stepbrothers, enemies, friends, and, ultimately, business partners. The film explores a pretty interesting dilemma that we all face at some point: how can you balance a youthful spirit with the responsibility of adulthood? The movie possesses a very similar tone to McKay’s other films that he’s doubled with Will Ferrell on, like “Talladega Nights,” and “Anchorman,” however, McKay also seems to have taken some hints from Judd Apatow and Seth Rogan, on his character choices. Like “Knocked Up,” and “Superbad,” as the characters are not necessarily likeable or charming, but incredibly realistic. This is best portrayed through the writing and direction of Brennan’s, (Ferrell) mother, and Dale’s (Reilly) father, played by Mary Steenburgen and Richard Jenkins respectively. They are not perfect parents and blow up at their children often. They aren’t gorgeous or exceptional, just human. Their acting is far more believable and honest than Ferrell’s or even Reilly’s. Ferrell’s timing is usually more on the mark. Reilly clearly understands and accepts his character, Dale while Ferrell simply seems to be making of his character, Brennan, and this time, Ferrell’s detachment doesn’t quite work. Adam Scott, who played the small but memorable role of the male nurse in “Knocked Up,” is completely fantastic as Ferrell’s younger externally successful brother, Derek, who Ferrell can never quite seem to live up to. Scott captures the flaws, as well as the redeemable qualities of this jerk, right off. Derek cannot seem to believe that his brother could be content in his position in life, and Scott portrays the ignorance and insecurity through his somewhat evil treatment of Brennan and Dale, that ends up lacking in creativity. Through the character of Derek, McKay suggests that our inner child, is perhaps a metaphor for inner freedom, particularly when Derek lets loose at the end of the film. McKay also uses his eloquent potty mouth again and again, stooping to quite a low level when Brennan teabags Dale’s precious drum set. Even so, the dumb jokes work to create the desired effect, which is laughter, which leads to release, which leads to enjoyment, rendering the film relatable, and bringing home the message that happiness, as well as success, are a relative and personal as can be.
-NG
Thu
Jul
31
Dear J”Hotel”H,
I effing love your band. I know you’re a big fancy rock star with a big fancy supermodel girlfriend and an international tour and bla bla bla. But give a poor little intern a break. Quit yanking my heart strings the way you’re doing.
DON’T TELL A PR PERSON TO CALL YOU BACK AT 3:30 KNOWING FULL WELL YOU WILL BE IN SOUND CHECK.
The interview has been rescheduled for 1 PM tomorrow. Seeing as my job ends at 1 PM tomorrow, if he blows me off again it’s over, my little dreams will scatter and blow away.
I would break my Kills CDs if they were actual CDs rather than iTunes albums. And if I didn’t listen to them like ten times a day.
Love,
A”cheap motel”G
Update—I’m (re)scheduled to interview Jamie Hince at 3:30 our time. Meaning in twenty-one minutes anybody’s time. Will let you know if it happens.—AG
I’m in the process of being stood up by Jamie “Hotel” Hince. He won’t pick up the phone.
I should have known I wasn’t cool enough to talk to a real life badass rock star. I’ve threatened that I will quit my job if he doesn’t come through, which isn’t much of a threat considering it’s not a real job and it’s my last full day. At least I’m not the nice PR woman who’s trying to track him down for me.
Where could the great Mr. Hince be, I wonder? Sleeping off a week-long hangover? Having some private time with too-cool-for-me-too girlfriend Kate Moss? Frantically scribbling down his latest bursts of brilliance? Chain-smoking and rocking out with once-again-cooler-than-thou bandmate Allison “VV” Mosshart?
On that note, you might wonder why they go by Hotel and VV. I know the story—starting a new, year zero in their careers, bla bla bla etc.—but not the actual basis for those particular names. Well, dear readers, I had every intention of asking “Hotel” about these names, and still will, if only he’ll answer the bloody phone.
Wish me luck. I’ll be sitting here by the phone, gnawing on my Flash Power can, listening longingly to the Kills…—AG
