Anja Brinich

Noble Elementary, Glenwood Elementary, Grey Culbreth Middle School, Chapel Hill High School, New York University, currently Parsons School of Design and Eugen Lang College.

Student/Stylist/Smoker

Formerly: Culbreth Middle School and Chapel Hill High Quiz Bowl Teams, French Clubb, Harvard Book Club, National Merit Scholars, NYU Scholars Program. Currently: nyhappenings.com, Mastermind Magazine, Myspace.com, Moveon.org. Future: AA, NA.

French postmodern lit, yesmoke.com, Rimbaud, Henry Miller, avant-garde fashion, travel, Greece, Proust, escapism, getting slightly pummeled, hickies, hugs, sleeping, dreamlife, cooking, Henry Darger, ripping things up, learning billiards, installations

mmmmmMiller... Tropic of Capricorn, Tropic of Cancer, Sexus, Plexus, Nexus, The Books in My Life, Time of the Assassins, The Colossus of Maroussi...Remembrance of Things Past, Marguerite Duras, Arthur Rimbaud, Gnomes, Persuasive Technology, LOTR, Beckett

Amateur, No Such Thing, The Pillow Book, Andrei Rublev, Goodbye, Lenin!, Jubilee, Delicatessen, Hiroshima mon amour, Bowling for Columbine, Koyaanisqatsi (Sp?), Fight Club, Notebook on Cities and Clothes, Marlene, LOTR, Barbarella, The Henry Miller Odyssey.

I think I'm musically stunted, but - Bowie, Joy Division, New Wave, 2ManyDJs, Fischerspooner, Radiohead, Pulp, Blonde Redhead, Magnetic Fields, Serge Gainsbourg, Edith Piaf, YYY's, Chopin, Interpol, Peggy Lee, Yma Sumac, anything w/ heart & humor.

Rare to watch, so highbrow..., but guilty pleasures..., Sex in the City dvds, David the Gnome, Mr Roger's Neighborhood, 3-2-1 Contact, MathNet, original Sesame Street, the X-Files, the OC, (ha), Antiques Roadshow, foreign national TV channels, esp.Greek.

Wordy. candid. Hopelessly vain, endlessly adoring. Named after Anna Freud and a decendent of Karl Marx. The child of two hardcore Freudian analysts. A 40-year-old mother's miracle birth. 4 pounds at birth, now 5'11. They say premature birth stunts both growth and intelligence, but I have a 99.99th percentile IQ (fact) and a 99.99th percentile waist-to-ass ratio (someone else's opinion). I've learned in three years in this city not to give up being a giver in a city of takers, even if it means running at a deficit of heart. I've scarred mine up enough to keep it from ever breaking, but harbor neither hates nor regrets. I am astute enough to realize bad situations but sometimes not disciplined enough to avoid them. I was the girl in high school whose friends were all 35 and who inquired in English class if it was okay if I read the books in their original languages. Now I want to found a gallery/collective devoted to analysing fashion in a sociological, psychological, and communicative sense, then abandon that endeavor to a caretaker when I hit 35 and go off to a remote Greek island and run a cafe. I seem much more lighthearted in person. Usually. I've acquired enough wit, at least, to compensate for the serious side. Thought: Does being the expensive child mean my love is worth more? One should always feel both grateful and guily when one has a great upbringing but gains, through that childhood, the strengths to indulge in many a vice without succumbing to them. Once a natural blonde, I now stick to it because everyone sees me as one, including myself. I'm also pale enough that without the bright hair the face would fall back behind the shadows of the hair...though hiding one's eyes with a good set of bangs is always an attractive way to hide shyness. I am perpetually overdressed, but only because it's good armor for one's shy side and discourages the wrong people from talking to one. Also, it puts a smile on the faces of those less daring and makes people think, an

People who realize that staying up late does not necessarily prevent one from getting up early. People who think going home before 4 is going home early. People who can have a meaningful conversation in the midst of a meaningless situation (namely, clubs). People who will add to my musical knowledge. People who will cause me at least as much happiness as they do heartache. People who live in New York but, having adapted to its social spheres, have not lost themselves. People who realize that chronological age means nothing in the modern world, because age is only a description of experience and acquired wisdom, which many of us gain early, some of us are born with, and a few of us never gain. People who realize that supporting someone elseAA's creative endeavors does not diminish oneAA's own. People who can only hate those who have intentionally and without remorse damaged not only their own souls, but those of many others. Relatedly, people who hate George Bush and the typical Amer