HELLO PEOPLE! I am starting a serious of posts based on my life in New York the last two years. I wanted to talk about something fun and unforgettable, and then I thought, why not the nightlife in New York City?! As you probably can understand, NYC is one of the most awesome places to party in this whole world. I went out about two times a week, every weekend, so I can say that I have some experience from this phenomenon. The nightclubs are huge and fancy, and you meet model after model.. But here I want to tell you the funny sides of New York, and some personal anecdotes and quotes I have acquired and stories behind nicknames (I have a habit of giving the people I meet nicknames based on their behavior).
You know what? I think this first post should be about my series of interesting and original nicknames..
My "nickname-revolution" started probably around October, one week after my birthday. My friends and I went to a club named Rdv (French club - short for: "Rendez-vous"). Here we met the strangest of all creatures we had ever seen in New York. Before I go to the background of the nickname, I just want to say that one of the things that I love about New York is that you meet the most original people ever, people who truly are themselves. That is what I find extremely inspiring about this city! This is the place where you can truly be yourself to be honest, which is a relief when you are Norwegian, and have lived most of your life in Oslo (pssst... I am talking about "Janteloven"). Here the other day I got the most amazing comment of all time, one of my colleagues at the first day of my new job told me "you are seriously, utterly and totally cured of the law of Jante". I seriously can't get that comment out of my head. I have struggled with that law for most of my life, and I just want to say that I feel so unstoppable now that I am free from this evil Norwegian curse! But hey, back to the story! Yeah well as I said, at the club Rdv, my friends and I met the most extraordinary person we had ever seen before. This platinum blonde model was standing together with our promoter, but he was a total loner. He was just standing there all night without saying a thing. He was purely white, extremely skinny and had hair that gave me chills of the 80s haha! He was such a fascinating creature (I just love using the word "creature" when describing something weird..)! From that day on we were fascinated, and we would not give up before we had stalked him down on facebook. Through a long stalking journey we found him on facebook! One random rainy day two months after seeing him the first time, Helena went into a second hand store in East Village, and suddenly this skinny and "platina" guy walked in! What a coinedence! After seeing him that night in Rdv, he has been known as "Platina guy", and I should mention that my friends and I are his biggest groupies. We are crazy people, and whenever we have seen him since that time in Rdv, we of course scream "Platina guy"... We are almost at the same level as "beliebers", just sayin'.
And then, let us go on to the next nickname! This is one of my more actively used nicknames! "Peanut brain"! I have understood that girls generally can be pretty hot for male models, but here I must worn you. Few of them are very sharp. I will now tell you how a German Calvin Klein model received the nickname "Peanut brain".
A usual evening in LAVO Nightclub we were dancing and flirting around with the guys, and we came into contact with two male models. One of these models was a Calvin Klein model from Germany. At the end of the night, they invited us to a model apartment on the Upper East side. Since it was in the Upper East Side, we would think that he was living in a proper place, but this was not the case. The model life is not always that glamorous as we think. When we got into his apartment, this very "sharp" model decided to put on some music. He opened his computer, but seriously there was no music there.. He therefore chose to put on that kind of "standard" music you find on a computer, and really bother me. I am a music lover, and when it is 6 am in the morning, you seriously do not want to listen to shit! I turned it off, he turned it on, I turned it off, he turned it on... and so on! And he always came with these dumb comments, but luckily passed out in the end. Since that day on I have referred to him as "Peanut brain".
Well, then on to one of my favorite guys that I have seen out in New York. I think I may have a small secret crush on this guy because he is kind of mysteriously handsome, although he seems really weird. Whenever I see him I feel kind of like that nerdy girl who likes the most popular guy in school, and just stands there all day drooling at him haha! This infamous guy has received the nickname "Mr. Wolf" or aka "the lonely wolf". This nickname comes from the fact that when the first time I saw him he was dancing as a loner on the dance floor (actually he had pretty good moves!). He was just dancing there by himself enjoying the music. (I must say that I might have gotten some inspiration for this nickname when I managed to stalk him down on facebook and finding out that his last name was actually Wolf.. So it all just fit perfectly! I am such a stalker!)
After mentioning my gentle interpretation of NY models, there has to of course be an additional model nickname! Next one is "Crumble" (oversettelse: smule)! His brain must seriously be on the size of a bread crumble, because this Canadian model did not know where Holland was.. This is really one of my most defying moments when it comes to first impressions. This guy became one of the least attractive men I had ever met, the awful dumb inside really overrun his more stunning looks.
I hope ope you liked my small and witty post about NYC! I guess you have understood how I analyze behavioral patterns. I must say that interpreting different characters are one of the reasons for me wanting to be a professional actress! Stay tuned for the next post: "MY TAKE ON THE NYC NIGHTLIFE // #2 INFAMOUS QUOTES AND TEXTS!"
The picture on the right (I am on the far right in the red dress) is from the day I actually saw the "platina-guy" for the first time (Rdv), and the picture on the left is from a night in the PHD-lounge at the Dream Hotel.