Blair bite of the cherry cocktail, watching Serena hit the bottom with two men of dark hair for twenty years that the sailor wore matching outfits and seemed twins. - I can not wait - she said. - After it is to Yale, I will never return. Nate smiled. He loved how Blair always thought that was going to Yale. - I have to go visit you, then. The vodka was going up to the head of Blair. She could see that Nate was trying to talk to her as if nothing had happened, as if he had not exchanged for a pre-school and spent the last month avoiding it altogether. It was irritating way, but it was also wonderful way, as part of its roadmap in which Colin Audrey realized that she had acted with the same horrible way that she acted with him and therefore she decided to love him even more. Blair sighed and closed the fund drink. I had forgotten how were the eyes of Nate. Charlie Dern toward them and was greeted Nate, beating the palms. - Hey, welcome back, man. I saw your ass on that Web site. Nice move! But that sense of opportunity. - Thanks, man - Nate replied, trying to stay cool. - See you later - he added, giving to understand the Charlie that he wanted to discuss the matter. Charlie Blair went out and put another cigarette in the mouth. - What he means, and sent in what? Nate opened the Zippo and lit a cigarette it. If Blair had not heard of him and Jennifer on that site that everyone commented, he definitely wanted things continue like that. - Nothing not - he replied. A fuse of sand-brown hair fell on his forehead and the Blair departed for Nate, so it is smiling at him while he return the smile. Almost like old times. Almost. to find a distraction Shortly after ten, the half-brother of Blair gone, Aaron, left the elevator and entered the loft in a cloud of cigarette smoke of course, using one of your shirts LEGALIZE HEMP surprisingly pale and looking for those who spent a week in St. Barts. Then his eyes swept away the crowd of drinkers, smokers and dancers suados and fell on Blair and Nate talking next to the bar, eyes glued in the face of each other. The heart of Aaron hit in the chest wall. Blair seemed like a person completely different from Blair in St. Barts. She was shining. He wanted to go there to apologize and try to explain the behavior in the village idiot, but then thought better not do that. It was a party and everyone should have fun. He would wait until tomorrow if Blair was not quite hangover. On the trail, Serena saw the skytech desarrumadas means of Aaron and danced towards him, the hair bands with a pink rocking and fingers painted silver shining. She threw his arms in the neck and shook him on the cheek colored ear of Aaron. - I'm so glad you came! - She said, appears to be even happier. - I - gruniu Aaron, thinking that perhaps was being sincere. - Where the Miles? He did not come with you? Aaron shook his head. - He is still in St. Barts. It means someone who met there. Serena laughed. - Ah, knew, huh? Aaron put his hands in the pockets of the olive-green pants and looked at Blair and Nate again. Serena followed the look of it. Why Aaron Blair always looked for anything with that so sad? - It is nice to see the two together again, right? - She dropped out of breath, hoping that he agreed. Aaron is forced to approve. Blair was not his, and she seemed happy. - It is - he said. - Yeah. Serena has the arm to it, taking it to the runway. - Come on - she screamed -, let's dance! She smelled like patchouli and sandalwood, barefoot and it was exactly the same height of Aaron. Wow, saw Aaron while Serena prying golden arms and agile on the head and gave a little spin, their hair flying in all directions. She is really beautiful. As everyone around the world already had not noticed that. He could be a little peaked when he arrived, but someone was about to have a very happy new-year. not even in new york Vanessa did not like the idea of kissing a bunch of drunks that did not like much and shout "Happy New Year-". It was kind of the nightmare of it. So instead of going to the festival of Serena, she got the filming equipment, put lots of clothes and took the subway to Central Park. Everyone was cool that would be the party of Serena, then why not see what would make people who were not antenadas? Only negative was seven degrees outside and the temperature was dropping. I could not get anything more inappropriate than the race's annual midnight in the park frozen. It was the perfect outcome for the film about New York. She began shooting as people were preparing for the race at the entrance of the park, near the dam, the 89 East. Had started to snow, then it was a challenge to keep the lens clean and lighting correct, but the park was incredibly pure and beautiful in its thin layer of newly fallen snow, and all the runners were in full frenzy. This would be even better than the head of the doll garbage truck. - You are every year, or is the first time? - Vanessa asked a man using only Bermuda emaciate of denim and basketball shoes without socks. She has a zoom in your chest magrelo and haggard, looking for assaduras cold, but what is not scared to see none. - First time? - Exclaimed the man, pulling his hair gray sticky in a tail-to-horse and smiling at her with the tobacco-stained teeth. - I look blank for you? Thick. Vanessa was happy to be his face hidden by the camera. - All right - she said, retreating. - Good luck. She returned to a woman who should have some seventy years of using a mink coat, shoes and Chanel ears of mink, leading a white standard poodle who also had a coat of mink. - Hi, and who is this here? - Vanessa hum, lowering itself to the pet dog. - We love running in the snow. - The woman smiled happily, shriveled lips with a thick layer of orange-pink lipstick. The white hair was pulled up in a coke and cheeks were coarse Ruge of orange. - All my children are grown and my husband is in the casinos of Nice, then Angel and I came here to have fun. - I - said Vanessa, but obviously she had not children, nor husband, nor dog. She smiled at the woman as conspirasse with her. - It is exciting, is not it? The woman was taking something from the bag Hermès Kelly green, and Vanessa has a zoom in that could see: botinhas red rubber. - Once he gets balls of snow in feet - she explained, crouch to close the botinhas feet with Velcro in the poodle. - And they have much style - Vanessa completed. Now she knew what people meant when saying "Just even in New York." Only in New York that you find a woman and her poodle with mink coats of combining in a race at midnight with that creep of Bermuda. And now Vanessa had a title for your film: Only even in New York. It was brilliant, even though she said it herself. From boots, Angel trot in a circle, showing them. - Good boy! - Vanessa said, following him closely with the camera. She was so delighted with the subject have not understood that his hero, Ken Mogul, rode over there and it sat in a seat to observe the park. Dan sought by Vanessa for hours. First was to her apartment, which would have been the most obvious place to find it, but after touching the doorbell some 14 times in the windows and shout, he finally gave up. Then he went to the Five and Dime, the bar in Williamsburg where the band Ruby, the SugarDaddy, played. Ruby was busy rehearsing with the band, but Dan said that Vanessa had said something about shooting people crazy in a park at midnight. That encouraging. As each city park was not full of crazy people. Dan first tried in Madison Square Park, where Vanessa had filmed a scene of war and peace. But except for some people who walk with the dogs and a man who slept on a bench with a paper bag on his head, the park was quiet. Then he tried to Washington Square Park, which was full of hipsters skater and students of the University of New York lighting Bombinhas illegal. Finally he returned to center and went to Central Park, wandering aimlessly and xingando Vanessa for not believe in cell phones. He circumvented the dam, watching the flakes of snow that are floating around and clashed, asking where it had gone to the ducks. Then he saw a crowd gathered near the entrance of the park on 89th And, making his way by the crowd, talking to people while looking through his video camera, was a pale girl in black above, a knitted hat and black combat boots to black. Dan followed by steps of stone that led to the dam and it sat on a bench near the park with a man about thirty years, short red hair and skin Freckled who wore a face ski jacket with dark-gray hooded fur. The man was sitting on the bare hands and seemed to be watching intensely Vanessa. - See how she gets behind the people before they show and talk with them? - Asked the man to Dan, pointing to Vanessa. - It is as if she wanted to know what they do not know about themselves. Dan seats. Who the hell was this guy, anyway? - I love the way she mixes with the background at times, being so quiet, letting people do what they are doing. She is beautiful. Dan turned and faced the subject. I wanted to give him a punch. The man raised his hand.
- Hi, I'm Ken Mogul, filmmaker - he said. - You make movies? Dan shook his head briefly. - No - the breath of it floated to the sky in lufadas cold and white. - I am a poet. The two saw Vanessa is agachar for the poodle to sniff mink coat from the lens of the camera. Dan is bent forward. She was so lovely behind the camera and so comfortable with what I did that was difficult to believe that use of the material inappropriate way. Maybe Jenny was right not to blame Vanessa, he concluded. Maybe she has not had anything to do with that link. Somehow her work had fallen i............