It’s over. It’s done. Oscar: you can go back into hiding for a year! You did it! You made dreams come true, you crushed dreams, you exhausted people for a week, you reinvigorated people–you just did a shit ton of shit. Thank you for a great week, sir, but we are so glad to have finished up our week with Oscar.
At the Wednesday of this week, you start to feel a bit haggard. Don’t you, Oscar? We’ve had one night of big drinks (which was a Monday, too). We’ve had a more low key, handsome night but played catch up on all work that evening. What happened for the week’s hump? A mildly big drink night that came after a day of rush, rush, rush, busy, busy, busy. You are a very demanding guest, Oscar.
It was rainy last night, Oscar. It was cold and gloomy and wet and I walked over to the event from a class I take on Tuesdays at Melrose and La Brea. The things we do for you! The things we do. Last night’s event we had to make it out, rain or shine, because it took place at former LAIY coverboy Jean Pierre Mastey‘s Baxter Finley on La Cienega. What a huge honor: a Vanity Fair Oscar event at a local favorite homegrown men’s grooming station. We Angelenos are very proud!
So we meet again, Oscar. You’re back in Los Angeles and a lot of people are talking about you. You’re partying this week and you’re hanging out with people and you’re showing off celebrities and it is all about you, you, you. That’s just great, Oscar. We don’t mind. The only thing we do mind is that you block three blocks of Hollywood Blvd, an area four blocks from my apartment and that usually causes a bit of a cluster F whenever we want to drive this week and part of next. That’s not a big deal, Oscar, because I take the bus and walk everywhere. Don’t fret.
Anyway, last night was the first party to celebrate you courtesy of Vanity Fair’s Campaign Hollywood. The party was to celebrate the magazine’s Vanities and was hosted by Olivia Munn at the Chateau Marmont. What did that mean? It meant some celebrity gazing, some glasses of champagne, a fistful of bizarro L’Oreal products, a large fruit from a tree at the Chateau being stuffed down my pocket, and a very special photobomb by a celebrity. Thanks for returning, Oscar.
This past weekend was the end of a very special and exhausting week for us, Los Angeles, and the entire world: the Academy Awards weekend. We had gone to parties and had seen celebrities and had eaten and drunk and did this and that and etc. and etc. We had the chance to peek into a world we knew existed in this city but that we never thought we’d actually be able to actually witness. We learned how glamorous, how decadent, and just how weird it all can be: thank God we got to experience it.