This Saturday I spent hopping from awesome crib to awesome crib. Which tends to happen when I hang with my more hip Amelionaire friends from my time living on Amelia in Eola Heights in Orlando. Other than all those friends being a GREAT time to hang with (I met most of them being the loud, dancing Asian in a dive bar so obviously these people are good times) but all of them have AWESOME taste. In music, clothes and definitely in interiors.
First I crashed Friday night at the Derel’s (Started at the Bottom picture). Also called Highland North (I used to live across the street from them in Orlando in their Highland House), their place is pretty nice. At least the parts where Evan (of bread factories fame) has put his stuff, haha. You can see in that bottom picture, from left to right, their Ikea hack for a DJ set up (Grandpa Staxx, one of the roommates, spins records), one of 2 Tom Dickson chaises (couches? loveseats?), weed & brew with a Supreme ashtray and last but not least, Dr. Derel aka Evan grinding in his lounge wear. No seriously. He’s holding a coffee grinder for some fancy chemex coffee. One day I’ll take better pictures of their place. Evan has a good collection of art, records, sneakers and all around crap that has been well curated by him. As for the other roommates IIIII think Anthony (aka Cat Daddy) has a Sylvester Stallone framed picture somewhere.
My architect friend Jenny (aka Chips) is branching out into Design and I have total faith in her! She’s the hot redhead in the middle flic. Here’s her fancy new business card (I wish this gif was big enough so you could check my Marge Simpson paint on that thumb. Also, one day I’ll really clean my iPhone lens before taking pictures):
Total Patrick Bateman moment.
Since I’ve moved to NYC I’ve seen her live in 2 cribs and both were awesome. Her first was in a warehouse-y building in Bushwick where she had hiiigh ceilings and direct rooftop access. Essentially their rooftop was their backyard and I say back yard because it was bigger than most (all?) NY apartments. I’ve been to many an awesome party at that lovely place, the time where I wrestled fireworks from my burly friend Anthony and puked in the snow on that rooftop being one of my proudest moments.
Alas, things fall apart and now she’s in an EVEN NICER crib in Williamsburg. Although it has little to no room for a shit show to happen (cue audience sad-noise) its beautiful and is the middle picture. Check from left to right, Staxx’s sailor striped elbows; the shelving they painted & installed with their colourful collection of books, records, record player and nice speakers that go with a story about an obnoxious salesman during Hurricane Sandy; Gunmetal Grey Fox of a husband, Bryan; and Jenny in the kitchen making us dranks. This new place is definitely newer & nicer in a building with a theater & billiards room, which we have already taken advantage of. I didn’t puke at that party but I did bitch slap Staxx while we all watched the LCD Soundsystem in the theater, so the parties are classier now.
The top picture is at one of Jenny’s client’s places near the NYC courthouse. This place had TONS of amazing art (he does the Middle Eastern art for some museum or something? I’m a horrible friend that listens to nothing). Again, a tiny picture that doesn’t do this place justice (also thanks for not mentioning how this trio of pictures are horribly cropped & aligned, I was a *little* hungover on my iPhone) but Jenny did an amazing job styling the place. I helped open some boxes so Bryan & Jenny could install speakers throughout the place. I’d love to say I was a great friend that chipped their nails crushing cardboard for free but I got some delicious Indian food and spotted on a cash only brunch earlier, so an even trade.
I won’t say “grow up” but I will say it’s a little surreal that as you get “mature” your friends & you become adults in various places. Meeting all my Amelionaires, I figured we were all life-long low-lifes, aiming fireworks at each other’s houses and watching The Wire. Now Bryan & Jenny are real married people with careers. Even Dr. Derel has an awesome girlfriend and nice crib. Some of us are still figuring shit out (hello me, as I’m writing this between looking for a job) but going to weddings and seeing people have big boy careers and babies…its awesome and unexpected. We’re all gangsters that get old and fat and move to Florida…except in reverse.