Thursday night right after work I met up with Jeff Mulcock and we saw Sky High (yes, I just said that we saw Sky High. I thought it was great, a version of Harry Potter that I can relate to. I highly recommend you see it, but it's all right if you wait until it plays some Sunday night on ABC.) After the show Jeff was like: "Hey, yo, I've got invites to the Paul Frank Andy Warhol launch party, want to go?" And I was like "Making the scene? I'm down." And so, still sporting the office casual attire and toting work-satchels, we headed over to the Nowhere Land of the far, far west 30's.
I don't go to many (ahem, "any") "industry" "events", so Jeff had to tell me that this thing was only blowing up so-so when we got there. Mostly we just orbited through, checked everything out, and were on our way.
If Paul Frank is throwing a party in honor of their Andy Warhol-inspired line, you better be ready to see lots of bananas. Lots and lots of bananas.
If you came across a crowd in the large 12th floor studio space where the party was held, you were actually just coming acros the bar.
From up there you could see the controversial west side rail yards.
I got Jeff to do some banana-posing.
Off in the corner of the party where hardly anyone seemed interested in going (because there wasn't a bar over there) there were caged examples of the new Andy Warhol line.
The craftmanship was worthy of inspection.
I just couldn't stop thinking about bananas!
This is a purse for carrying cakes.
A lip wallet.
Upstairs there was more party and more bananas.
And you could go outside from there.
I stood in this long line and got a Vitamin Water that tasted like animals.
But then I got an ice cream cone (Open Mr. Softee ice cream bar? Are you kidding me?!) that I liked a lot better.
When we came back down from the upstairs things were a little more lively.
They were taking buddy-pictures in front of this banana backdrop.
And had a bar full of printers printing up the buddy-pictures.
This guy in the yellow jacket must have been someone important because people kept going up to him to shake his hand. But he isn't Andy Warhol, because Andy Warhol is dead.
I mean, would an unimportant person have a woman with them to glance at cameras for them?
And so, eventually we left to hold a chicken fries afterpary at a nearby Burger King. The party was at the top of that building.
Oh, and in case you didn't already guess it, I took a banana home with me.
But Wait! The next day I discovered that the Cobrasnake had been at the party too!. Somehow I didn't notice that David Cross was there with one of the Strokes. Had I scene David myself, I probably would have talked to him a bit because, hey, he's Tobias! But I definitely remember seeing this hairy guy and this guy in the striped shirt. And this old guy with a sign showed up the same time we did, and I certainly remember this proto-Hilton slinking around, looking for attention.