No Fake I.D For Me

Getting a fake i.d wasn’t necessary for me. There were a million places that let us in underage, because we brought a vibe, we were cool and fun as fuck. Shout out to Southern Hospitality, Justin Timberlake if it weren’t for you Sara and Chris would have never met! We actually stopped going when we were of age, we had options now. Also saw Justin and Leonardo DiCaprio there once hanging out in the back, as well as Kid Rock. Kid Rock was weird as fuck, my boyfriend and I were making out in a booth when we felt a presence. There he was, standing there, watching us. Never said a word, just made a bunch of faces. Mind you we were in a booth by ourselves, he had a beer in hand resting on our table. I think he was trying to pull a robbery, after an uncomfortable ten minutes he finally went away. We were like should we keep making out? Is he trying to have a threesome? Puzzled.

On top of those places my friends parents owned plenty of restaurants. Fuming when Peter Lam’s dad gave up his SoHo hotspot, to live out his dream as a hairstylist. I was spoiled, why should I get an i.d for Don Hill’s? Plus procuring one was sketchy, I gave up at the first attempt. The subway across the street from Staples on 86th and Lex use to have a medley of shops upon descending the stairs, one was a shoe repair store. To get a fake you had to go in, say a phrase that slipped my mind eons ago, so the guy selling them would know your intentions. Something like: how much for a boot buckle? Or, do you fix soles? He charged $75. When we went the block was hot and the heat was on. He told us to come back, he was being watched. When we did he was fired. Plus, if he felt you didn’t look old enough, he would give you a photo as close to you as possible. I kid you not niggas would have entirely different ethnicities…like this person is Indian and you’re black…apparently it still worked most places for my friend. Far too much work. I spent the money on drugs and alcohol instead. But let me tell you when Leigh Lezark came through with that a-line, blunt bob bitch, with Geordon and Greg bitchhhhhh, definition of cool. We were obsessed.

Did you have a fake or naw? Via: Cine Odyssey

Supermodel 101: Agyness Deyn

The British are coming, the British are coming! And we ain’t mad. It’s 2007 and I refuse to get a fake i.d to enter MisShapes, the hottest club in New York City. I hate scenes. That doesn’t stop my friends from going. Everyone is running up to Jackson Pollis in the hallways of ELRO (for me math class), asking if he’s deadass the boyfriend of supermodel Agyness Deyn. A gentleman he replies “only friends,” until profuse photo evidence made their dating status an indubitable fact. Oh, to be a teen in the late aughts, attending a specialized high school on the Upper East Side.

Agyness Deyn literally ruled the world, she was the IT girl; an androgynous, punk chic Edie Sedgwick, her style and music taste were deemed just as cool. Born in Manchester, she was a waitress until she got scouted by designer Henry Holland, signing with Select Model Management. This platinum blonde babe was a force in both commercial and high fashion (editorials, runway). Walking for YSL, Chanel, Stella McCartney, Dior, Versace, Karl Lagerfeld (to name a few), plastered on campaigns for Burberry, Doc Martens, Armani, Anna Sui, Vivienne Westwood…and covered Time, Vogue, I-D, Elle, everything, she was everywhere. A nightclub fixture, a tastemaker, the embodiment of a rock n’ roll, carefree, party scene that defined an amazing era. One where we stuck out our orange pigmented tongues from drinking the now obsolete Sparks, embracing debauchery in the pursuit of fun. I can hear The Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs, just looking at her.

After dominating the industry Deyn quit modeling in 2009, not before dating Albert Hammond Jr. and Alex Greenwald. Dipping her feet into acting she landed a big role in Clash Of The Titans as Aprohodite, married actor Giovanni Ribisi and has since found joy with Joel McAndrew, with whom she has two kids. A stellar career for such a short time. Is Agyness Deyn the most rock n’ roll model ever? Photographers: Alasdair McLellan, Terry Richardson, Steven Meisel, Jan Welters, Getty Images Versace Show, Steven Meisel, Katie Jane Hillier & Vogue Italia