#alexanderkaufman

[tomdrisko]

alexanderkaufman​:

Alexander nodded - that neighborhood didn’t seem like a bad place to live. They’d been living in NoHo for a few years, and grown up on the Upper West Side, but the whole city was practically their backyard; everywhere they could’ve been, they probably had, at this point. They could easily figure out a place to drink near Tom’s supposed-apartment, but Alexander had always been one to show people new places and new things, especially because it meant that those people would forever associate those new places and new things with them. He liked having that sort of permanence in someone’s mind, even if it was over something as small as one bar in one neighborhood in the city. It was permanence nonetheless. Alexander’s last shoot of the day was scheduled for three, which means that he’d have about an hour after the shoot to edit or wrap up some other work before they had to head down to the lobby to meet Tom. “Five fifteen in the lobby,” they commented, wanting to give Tom enough time to wrap up work and not feel stressed about rushing to meet them. Alexander was a timely person, and they didn’t like their time to be wasted, but they’d wait for Tom. Not that they’d say that out loud, of course, but that didn’t make it any less true. Watching them step back into the elevator, Alexander grabbed their coworker’s attention, asking them for the prints of the newest ad shoot for one of the in-house brands.

When five o’clock rolled around, Alexander wrapped up their work - the shoots for the day had gone well, the editing looked fine so far, and they’d sent a few things of their own off to the graphic design department so they could put finishing touches on magazine covers and ads alike. They didn’t mind leaving their laptop in their office overnight - there was a perfectly good charger there, and the door would be locked, plus Masters had plenty of security, it’s not like someone would steal it. So, locking their door behind them, they hit the elevator button and rode down to the lobby, leaning against the receptionists’ desk as they waited for Tom’s arrival. They had a few different places in mind to take them for drinks - places that served good alcohol, but places that wouldn’t be too loud so they could talk if they wanted to. What was there to talk about with someone who had seen the most intimate parts of them before they even knew each other’s names? Then again, they’d never felt uncomfortable with Tom; they could figure something out. It’d be a nice night.

Tom couldn’t pin down what was causing the butterflies in their stomach. Up until yesterday Alexander had been a ghost. A fleeting moment that’d managed to burn a memory into Tom’s brain that they wouldn’t forget. Tom could understand how so much art could be inspired by a magical one night stand. Certain songs held a new spot in Tom’s heart now. They had someone to invision yearning for, to feel however the fuck they wanted to feel about them without fear of rejection or a lack of reciprocation and it’d been nice. Alexander wasn’t the first one night stand they’d had. Hell, Alexander wasn’t even the last one night stand they had in New York but few held a candle to that late afternoon they shared. As a hopeless romantic Tom had already shrouded the event in fantasy and Tom was almost scared being in their presence again. It was like meeting the royal highness from a storybook they had written. Could Tom seriously be feeling starstruck over someone they’d already gotten down on their knees for?

Tom somehow brought themself back to earth by the time they got in the elevator. Alexander wasn’t some demigod or trickster fae. They were a person that existed outside of Tom’s head and they were waiting in the lobby for them... hopefully. Tom was opening himself up for disappointment crossing paths again but Tom didn’t dwell in that fear. Their cup was overflowing this intrigue and optimism and didn’t have room for the negative what if’s as they made it to the lobby. It didn’t take time to pick Alexander out of the crowd. Tom couldn’t contain the grin that spread across their features as they approached them. Seeing them in the flesh again was just as energizing as it had been two hours ago. “Hey,” Tom greeted them as they got their attention by brushing their bicep. “Did you think of a place?”

@alexanderkaufman​

[daphnestrada]

“Miss Estrada?” came the voice of Daphne’s assistant on the other side of her door, along with a few gentle knocks. Emily was exactly what she needed to be: polite, a hard-worker, and just pretty enough to disarm clients just before they came to meet with Daphne. That mostly worked on the men. Morons. “It’s Alexander here to see you, you said to let them in when they got here.”

“Oh, finally,” Daphne muttered to herself. She stacked up the papers she’d been working on and set them aside then stood from her desk. “What are you waiting for, Emily, let them in,” she called when the door still didn’t open. She reached into a drawer in her desk and pulled out a bottle of the company’s newest line of rose-infused Vodka that hadn’t hit the shelves yet, and which she had yet to try herself. She’d been specifically waiting for Alexander for this—it had become their thing. “There you are!” she enthused as soon as they walked into the office and Emily shut the door behind them. Daphne gestured to a pair of comfortable chairs on the other side of the room. “I hope you’re in the mood to do a few shots because I’ve finally got my hands on the rose Vodka and I want your opinion.” | @alexanderkaufman​

[alexanderkaufman]

@ALEXANDERKAUFMAN just uploaded a new picture

i give the people what they want <3

[elliotsommer]

Closed starter for @alexanderkaufman​

Each day was an adventure and they were kicking themselves for not keeping a proper journal to document this chapter in their life. Tom was adapting. He was charmed by the city and its inhabitants. They didn’t mind how tiny their kitchen was or the fact that the upstairs neighbors were the loudest humans on the planet. Tom preferred to notice the finer things not the small stuff. The manicured shrubbery outside of high rises, the scent of perfume and high end leather that wafted from designer stores, pretty people that could put the art in the MET to shame. 

Starting at Masters brought along it’s own euphoric observations. The bounty of K-Cup offerings, the view of the skyline from their office, the way the man he’d met in the MET leaned over a table to get the perfect shot. 

Tape stop. Wait, what? 

So much of his time here felt like a dream that it was jarring seeing this person in the flesh again. Tom could hardly accept that their life could take such a cinematic twist as it had over a month prior. Fumbling around in a dark supply closet with the works of Jackson Pollock right around the corner hadn’t been real, right? The feat hadn’t even been on Tom’s bucket list solely because they’d been unaware of the possibility. Maybe it isn’t them. Still, Tom hid regardless as soon as they got a good glimpse of their face and was glad the other had been too preoccupied with their subject to catch them. Tom frankly learned more in this glance that he had when their paths originally crossed in the MET. A photographer. The profession seemed fitting as Tom gathered their thoughts once they were safely several floors away from them. Tom did their fair share of hooking up but he hadn’t expected the city to be this small. 

Tom slept on this revelation. The next day they decided to dress a little nicer just in case they ran into them again to be on the safe side and it took all their self control not to leap from their chair when they were asked to take a trip back up to that floor from one of their higher ups. As soon as the elevator it seems the stars had aligned yet again. They were there this time with no camera obscuring their face as they walked in the hall. “Do you know if the editor is out of their meeting?” Tom broke the silence making sure they’d gotten their attention again. The question sounded more suave in their head.

[gcldnhr]

thoughts on the last 3 people you see on the dash

"oh, well! i adore alexander, that's not news to anyone. they're absolutely lovely. and auri is a peach, i couldn't say a bad thing about her! and i just...have such a soft spot in my heart for tom, to be honest." @alexanderkaufman @sogoldcn @tomdrisko

[hidemorifm]

𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟: @alexanderkaufman​

— fashionable outfits being delivered at a party hosted by one of the most exclusive companies in new york city is expected, but some others took this task more seriously than others & hideto can’t help but feel like he’s underdressed for the occasion. shouldn’t the kid of a celebrity know about fashion & how to dress well ? if anything, he at least could cross out from the partial nudity part off the list, but the person standing nearby truly took it to the next level & is currently making him sweat a fat one because of how ( for lack of a better word ) basic he himself looks. ❝ will you give us normies a break, alex ? that outfit is fire, but i really think you got the wrong address, bud. this isn’t the met gala. ❞

[tomdrisko]

are u and alexander a thing?

"I still have to cook them dinner, if that answers your question. No, but I'd like to be...maybe. I don't know if they're that kind of person. "

@alexanderkaufman

[tomdrisko]

best moment living in new york thus far?

“That’s really tough because it feels like every moment’s been pretty great but I think when I got the keys to my studio was probably the best. That’s when it felt like I was really living here; up until that point I’d just been helping my friend move into their place because my contract was up with the company I’d been working with and decided to take the spring and summer off. Masters just kinda... happened, honestly and that’s how I wound up here really. Just winging it for as long as the city’ll have me.  That moment or when I got Alexander’s name. “

@alexanderkaufman

[tomdrisko]

who are your favorite people in new york?

"I have a couple of friends from art school who live in the city so obviously them but I like a lot of people I'm meeting at Masters too. Alexander's been showing me some hidden spots around NYC, kinda up close and personal with the city, you know? So I've liked that. Also Gemma's just an absolute gem, obviously, and I've liked getting to know Joey. They also aren't an expert on New York and I like not being the only one."

@alexanderkaufman, @gcmmawu, @jojoswilson

[tomdrisko]

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masters cameos: @griffms, @gcmmawu, @jojoswilson, & @alexanderkaufman​

[daphnestrada]

what is your biggest weakness? who is your favorite person?

"I don't have weaknesses. And my favorite person at the moment is Alexander, they're just the loveliest little thing, aren't they?" | @alexanderkaufman