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Annabel

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Annabel

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Annabel is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 7 times across 7 issues between September 21, 2024 and February 17, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as “Readings by Cassidy, Annabel, Jo Rosenthal”; “Readings by … and Annabel”; “moderated by Cassidy and Annabel”. It most often appears alongside Cassidy, Confessions, David.

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  • Category: People
  • Mention count: 7
  • Issue count: 7
  • First seen: September 21, 2024
  • Last seen: February 17, 2025

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Recovered passages from the original issue text. When the raw archive preserved outbound links inside the source passage, they are listed directly under the quote.

I wish I had more to say about fashion week.
September 21, 2024 · Original source
Sunday, September 22 at 7pm — Confessions is back for the third week in a row! Readings from Matilda Berke, Terry Nguyen, Gordon Glasgow, Catie Fronzak, Lucian Wintrich, Magdalene Taylor, Annabel Boardman, and Cassidy Grady.
Inline links: Matilda Berke, Terry Nguyen, Gordon Glasgow, Lucian Wintrich, Magdalene Taylor, Annabel Boardman, Cassidy Grady
Saturday, September 28 at 8pm — $EGIRL Zine launches at Sovereign House. Readings by Cassidy, Annabel, Jo Rosenthal, Billy Pedlow, and Adeline Swartzendruber. I have a piece in this about being stalked and being manic.
Inline links: $EGIRL Zine, Sovereign House, Cassidy, Annabel, Jo Rosenthal, Billy Pedlow, Adeline Swartzendruber
Everything I Wanted
October 21, 2024 · Original source
After, head to Sovereign House for the Halloween Masquerade edition Confessions. Readings by Abigail Yaga, Miami Mike, Christian Gail, Sam Forster, Cassidy, and Annabel.
Inline links: Sovereign House, Confessions, Abigail Yaga, Sam Forster, Cassidy, Annabel
kind of a dud socially
December 09, 2024 · Original source
From 9pm at The Roxy — WWW.RACHELORMONT.COM screens. Q&A with Peter Vack to follow, moderated by Cassidy and Annabel.
Inline links: WWW.RACHELORMONT.COM, Peter Vack, Cassidy, Annabel
Moral Framework
December 16, 2024 · Original source
Monday, December 9 A busy day. One quickly finds this to be the solution to all malignant indulgences. Before a comedy show at Jean’s, Natasha and I go to Altro Paradiso for dinner. It’s an early dinner in the rain. Madelyn works here, and I’ve been meaning to visit for a while. I’ve been meaning to apply for a job here, too, but the list of things I’ve been meaning to do on that front continues to pile up. We order many things on the menu. The house specialties that we did not order somehow seem to keep materializing on our table as well. It’s like magic. It’s a special night. Rumor has it: Marina Abromovic was dining here this afternoon. Rumor has it, she’s dined here twenty times. Altro Paradiso is a well lit restaurant - I read something I liked about well lit restaurants this week and now I can’t recall where. The premise was: enough of this haze. Some people want to see their food. Some people want to see and be seen. Tonight, I drink Ciro Picariello. It’s like white wine but it sparkles. I drink a cocktail with peach purée and peach liquor. I drink a dirty martini. I eat olives, bread and ricotta, finocchio, another salad with fig and orange, mushroom pasta shaped like pillows, lemon pasta shaped like thick noodles, branzino, gelato. It’s a winter feast. I haven’t had a feast like this in my recent recollection. After, the rain has stopped but the evening is still misty. We hail a cab. We’re too late for Jean’s. Natasha is good at spotting famous people. Rebecca Black walks by. EmRata’s ex husband. Some other people, too. We go the The Nines, which is very festive, but where everyone is very rude. We go back to Jean’s. The show is over, they let us in, but there's no point in lingering now. I loved tonight, I say when I get home. A sign of mental stability is drinking alcohol and not hating every second of it. I know for some people, it's the opposite, but this is how it works for me. Tuesday, December 10 The line to get into the Richard Kern book launch is too long and it's raining. I see Annabel and Ellie outside. I see that Berlin blogger who only wears all black or all white and her TikTok DJ boyfriend. "I need to become someone who's 'list me or miss me'", a girl in line sighs. We're still waiting in the rain. She said this in a way like she was kidding, but I repeat the sentiment with no humility to David later. "We should become 'list me or miss me’,” I say. David has a tendency to bludgeon his way through lines. "We should become 'list me or i'm going to fucking kill you’,” David says. After I abandon the Richard Kern line, I go to Lucien. I run into a few people there. The expected and the unexpected. There are things I'm very excited about these days. Excitement is risky - it's unwise to tempt fate and it's destructive to celebrate accomplishments you are yet to achieve, but I am excited. Full of ideas again. Everyone at Lucien is an actor. That must be so cool, I say. I'm so full of sincerity, I think. This time of year can be so full in general that it begins to feel uneasy. This type of luxury isn't mine to claim and it's certainly not sustainable. The hedonism feels truly hedonistic today, though. It's energetic, not coated with something darker. I'm having so much fun. David wants to go to Frog Club for banana chiffon pie. "Why am I so broken up about Frog Club closing?” asks David. "You've never been to Frog Club," I say. "Yeah, that's probably why," says David. Risotto David made for me + prints from Paris Wednesday, December 11 I went to the Russian Baths on Wall Street on my first day in New York. I still go often now. It’s not really of my own volition. It’s a family tradition. It’s still pouring today. It’s been pouring all week. I used to think the Russian Baths were all liminal space and Russian mob, but now it feels less secret. The Doritos are from Israel. Russian Jews and Russian Gentiles, I hear someone explaining in line behind me. The building is huge. The pool area does feel kind of like The Backrooms. I have night terrors every night. In my dreams, I am never stuck in places like this. My aunt likes the cold plunge. She can stay in it for seven minutes, far beyond the recommended time of three. The Wim Hof method recommends rapid bursts of breath coupled with exposure to the extreme cold. I’m in the Infrared Sauna. On Christmas, I will swim outside in Walden Pond. Wim Hof (the man) lost a finger, an ear, something detached in the retina of his eye… I can’t recall the specific injury but something bad happened swimming across an icy lake. He took it too far. When I get back to New York, I will swim off Orchard Beach. There’s a group that goes every morning. My aunt tells me you have to go to Orchard Beach in the winter. It’s like Siberia in the Winter. It’s finally getting cold enough to swim. On my Wednesday at the Russian Baths, I lose my keys. I lose the big rubber slippers that they give you on arrival. I can’t last very long in the extreme heat or the extreme cold. An actor in the infrared sauna is talking about how he can only memorize lines in the cold plunge. I’m thinking about how I’m in an infinite feedback loop where everyone I meet keeps being actors. We go to dinner at the Russian Restaurant at the spa. It’s called Matryoshka like the dolls. I only learn this later David and I split potato pancakes, salad olivier which is the one with mayonnaise and egg and chicken (delicious), beef stroganoff, steamed chicken pelmeni. More stroganoff and borscht and red wine is also passed around the table. I can’t drink red wine, so I drink ginger juice and ginger vodka instead. Afterwards, too full to continue. There are other plans tonight - a film, a party, I promised I would go and I never cancel plans but sometimes I do just neglect to show up. A very bad habit. Inertia ultimately breeds pure evil! Time doesn’t pass at Spa 88. Still pouring but dark now, when we emerge from the underground. Thursday, December 12 My abridged review of Dimes Square (revival) today. I didn’t see it the first time around - I wasn’t here. I was in Boston. I was in a sorority. I arrived in this godforsaken ecosystem after it was already dead. I’m kind of being facetious. I think people try to qualify eras too concretely. Concretely: Dimes Square (the play) is indeed a period piece. In the vein of all Matthew Gasda’s plays, it is emotionally rich, lucid, kind of yearning, which catches me off guard but I think adds depth. The thing I like most about Dimes Square is this: it’s not self serious but also it is not sneering. The best satire is actually quite sincere. This is why most satire is generally and particularly in contemporary culture, bad. Dimes Square (the play) is excellent. I will be publishing a stand alone review of the play here shortly. I already wrote the review but then I realized I was far too stuck on historical accuracy and far too personally tortured. In the meantime (from my notes) -- “The main fault of the characters in the play is that they are cruel, but the main critique of this scene in real life is that it is (was?) (is?) full of people who are pathetic”
Inline links: Richard Kern, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!gXs4!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F5a0a08cc-f0bf-4529-82bd-40b8e59712aa_4284x5363.jpeg
Christmas Stories
December 28, 2024 · Original source
Sunday, December 29 From 7pm at KGB – Cassidy and Annabel present The Last Confessions of 2024
Inline links: Cassidy, Annabel
January continues
January 19, 2025 · Original source
From 7pm at KGB — Confessions is back, New Regime addition + tribute performances for David Lynch. Readings by Cassidy and Annabel, plus Jonah Howell, Christian Cail, Paul Iaacono, and Page Garcia.
Inline links: Confessions, Cassidy, Annabel, Jonah Howell, Christian Cail, Paul Iaacono, Page Garcia
My lame blog
February 17, 2025 · Original source
It didn’t feel like Sunday without Confessions — good thing Annabel and Cassidy are back this week.
Inline links: Confessions

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