(Camilla and Marc dress, Theory bag, Topshop boots, Dannijo necklace)

At the V magazine party at the Top of the Standard/Boom Boom Room tonight. Never ever a dull moment with Bryanboy. We seriously have fun waiting for elevators and being stuck in elbow to ribcage crowds. And, as the night went, Polaroiding in a bathtub, eating paper, redressing each other at a gas station, crouching on a single sheet of glass 18 floors above street level, washing our hands while trying not to gawk at Alessandra Ambrosio, breaking into spontaneous dance in unisex bathrooms, eating at crappy diners, and joking about weave glue every three seconds. Though we were missing our other arm Andrew Bevan tonight..we tried to make do with Derek instead. Scary part is that we are sounding more like each other every day…how we will mock each other when the melding is complete?