Showing posts with label crystal meth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crystal meth. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

What's the Scenario? Art Opening

Okay my sweet little recovering meth heads, dope fiends, and crack addicts. It's almost been a week since you've boarded the Mr. Mannerz Finishing School bus. Hopefully you've placed the tin foil and pipe aside in order to make space for more culture and refinement.



You've been attending cocktail parties left and right, dining at non-chain restaurants with napkins made out of natural fibers, and you've brushed up on your classic literature. Now it's time for the ubiquitous summer art opening. Whether you're in Chelsea or SoHo, you need to know what to say, what to wear, and how to carry yourself.

First, you need to wear something that screams creative without being too cliché. Vintage 80s Japanese anything (No Yohji. No Rei. No Issey.) is absolutely out of the question. Leave that to people already in the know. It'll look like a mere costume when you wear it. For you, only baby steps. Here's a complete outfit you guys AND dolls. Dolls first:






















The crocodile vest is by Rick Owens and retails for $11,415. The drop-crotch pants are from Alexander McQueen's diffusion line McQ. You may purchase them for only $270. And those red brogues are by Church's. Yes, one could consider them ugly, but artsy people adore ugly clothes. They feel more intellectual and above-it-all in ugly clothes. Get them for $470. Now you're saying, "Mr. Mannerz, I can't afford over $12,000 in clothing."

My dear, you spent that (and more) easily on your little addiction in under two weeks at one point. Plus, who can say no to a crocodile vest? This look says I'm not trying too hard, when Lord knows you and everyone else in the gallery is trying harder than you've ever tried in your life. Remember, most of the people attending the opening were (or are) on controlled substances as well. But they're more into cocaine or prescription drugs, not lowbrow meth or whack crack.

Oh, and there's no need for a handbag. In fact, you shouldn't carry bags for a while my little recovering klepto.

Ok gents. You're up! You, sir, don't have to try nearly as hard as the girls. Disheveled miraculously works for you. Let about 2.5 days worth of stubble grow in. Don't wash your hair for the same amount of time. And skip a bath every other day for a week. The right odor needs to emit from your filthy pores. As far as what to wear, that's simple enough:
















The gold jeans are by Dior Homme and cost $450 (on sale from $750—an absolute steal!). The Acne Jeans shirt retails for $72. Make sure you lay it on your tattered mattress and jump around on it a bit. You want to achieve the perfect rolled-out-of-bed look. The cougars go wild for that—makes you appear vulnerable and brings out their maternal instincts. You see, the cougar's son is away at med school making something of himself. She feels useless. And now, with all of the Botox floating around, an older woman is just as smooth and shiny as a gal your age—and richer! Finally, the Opening Ceremony leather trim sneakers come out to be $116 (down from $290).

All of the above six items can be purchased at eLuxury with your credit card. Not your mother's credit card that she left in her wallet in her purse in her closet under lock and key that you happened to accidentally stumble upon. Not your coworker's credit card either. She has that locked up in her filing cabinet. And then again, you don't have to buy these exact items. There are plenty of similar items to be had at these stores that cater to the junior crowd. You know what I'm talking about.

Now, how to act. Say very little. When you look at people, stare at them with a crazy intensity. It will make you appear deeper than you really are. Also, when looking at one of the pieces of artwork that make absolutely no sense, take extra long. It will seem as though you're analyzing it. If some busybody should happen to lean over your shoulder and ask if you get what the artist is trying to say, simply crack a smug smile and be on your way. This will make them feel stupid and you feel smart. There's no need to bring up Les Desmoiselles d'Avignon. It's the only piece of art I've shown you. Give it a year's time before you start discussing specific pieces.

Remember, Mr. Mannerz is only trying to protect you from embarrassing yourself in public.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Who Dat? Cocktail Party Primer I

Once your edges have been smoothed out a bit, you'll eventually be invited to parties that don't involve communal bongs and that tacky crystal meth you're no longer supposed to be using. At these parties you'll discover a different grade of people. You see, these people don't smell (not that bad anyway), they have most of their original teeth, and their mattresses are on a frame—not on the floor next to crumpled up tin foil.

These important people could eventually help you get a job so you can save and move out of your stepmother's basement. The wages may be low, but the gig will be legal with some perks. So just what do these important people look like and what are their names? Now Mr. Mannerz has no intention of simply handing over the answer. It's multiple choice, of course.



a. Anna Wintour: editrix of American Vogue

b. Dot Sircy: president of the Shady Flamingo Trailer Park tenant association in Ft. Lauderdale

c. Carine Roitfeld: editrix of Paris Vogue

d. Candace Bushnell: writer and creator of Sex and the City

Because Your Mom Failed, It's Up to Me



Welcome to Mr. Mannerz! This is a long time coming. The idea came about after watching a special episode of Full House entitled "No More Mr. Dumb Guy". Here is the DVD description of the episode: Jesse is invited by Becky to a literature soirée, but he declines, believing that his lack of formal education wouldn't serve him too well among the other guests. Later, when Jesse feels threatened by a handsome and apparently flirtatious former professor of Becky's, he shows up at the event with an attitude that just might destroy his relationship with his girlfriend.

Now, had Uncle Jesse been privy to the teachings of Mr. Mannerz, he would have saved himself a wealth of embarrassment. Not everyone has access to the finest boarding schools in Switzerland or the most elite private schools on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. And although I highly recommend finishing school for everyone, it's not practical for the average person's wallet. However, there are prehistoric cave dwellers such as yourself who waste time at work downloading Boom Boom Pow or peaking at porn. If you're not doing actual work, shouldn't you be enriching yourself?

Enter Mr. Mannerz.

I'll be helping you with all of the things in life you ought to know. Some of you are more concerned with getting into the latest club in the tightest outfit—often resembling a bloated sausage; yet you think Crime and Punishment is the latest Law and Order imprint, can't distinguish one truffle from the next, or identify a Seurat painting. Since your mother didn't help and you spent most of your education on crystal meth, Mr. Mannerz is here to fill in the gaps.

Make me proud!