Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2014 13:43:38 GMT
I'D KILL FOR AN ADVENTURE.
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FULL NAME: damian james horowitz.
NICKNAMES: DJ.
AGE: twenty-four.
BIRTHDAY: 22-11-1989.
CURRENT CITY: new york, NY.
HOMETOWN: toronto, canada.
EDUCATION: high school.
OCCUPATION: model, TV presenter.
FACEBOOK NAME: D.J. Horowitz
TWITTER HANDLE: damianhorowitz
INSTAGRAM: djhorowitz
FATHER: matthew horowitz, deceased.
MOTHER: rachel horowitz, deceased.
SIBLINGS: oscar horowitz, twenty.
PETS: kate moss, bulldog.______________________________________________________
My parents were the kind of people most people aspire to be more like. Spontaneous, with a thirst for adventure that couldn't be quenched. They spent their whole lives travelling the world. When I was a kid, I used to think they were spies... mainly because of Spy Kids, fuck that fucking movie. They were actually just selfish cunts. Don't get me wrong, I admire the shit out of them. They helped out with aid efforts in just about every third world country going. After every major disaster, my parents would be there, getting hands on. Like I said, all very inspirational. But if there were two people they were never there for, it was Oscar and I.
It got a lot worse by the time I was around fourteen. That's when they figured I was old enough to watch him, and he was old enough not to shove his face into the food processor or anything. Before then they had to rely on my mom's sister to watch us, and Allie, she'd always be quick to call them out on their absent parenting style. I think she made them feel guilty. So as soon as they could leave us with some cash and Allie's cell number, they did. It sounds like I resent them, but I didn't really, and if I did, I really don't now. YOLO etc.
They died just after I turned eighteen, right before Christmas 2007. They'd been swimming off the coast of South Africa and got caught in a bad rip tide... at least, that's the assumption. My dad's body was never found, and when they found my mom's it had been torn into by sharks. It's probably up there in ways they would have most liked to go. Oscar was fourteen at the time, so Allie took him in. I insisted I was alright by myself, and I was. I sold off the house and bought an apartment in New Jersey, declined my college offers and focused on modelling full time. Well, I got a job in Urban fucking Outfitters too. A couple months later Oscar came to live with me, and we've been roomies ever since. Disappointingly, I don't have a lot of orphan angst.________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________LIKES: caffeine, airport lounges, gin, grizzly bears, death from above 1979, bioshock, apple pie, siberian tigers, girls in denim jackets, pallor, craft beer, shopping tv, getting homemade gifts, quinoa, fedora shaming, pugs, johnny bravo, martial arts, martial arts movies, iron man, brooklyn, adventure time, coconut water, beyonce's thighs, being recognized in the street, peter parker, lychees, tyra banks, tom ford, blondes, freckles.
DISLIKES: beyonce's 'single ladies'.____________________________________________________________________________________________________________
"Damian's definitely the kind of brother to fuck your girlfriend the minute you leave town. I mention that first because it's his most singularly defining trait: He's a selfish asshole. But it's a short-term selfishness, a whim, a self indulgence... he'd never fuck a girlfriend I really liked, put it that way. I might think I liked them, though, and that wouldn't put him off. All he'd do is give a gallic shrug, before his favorite line of defense: 'do you really wanna date a girl who'd fuck your older brother?'. He's not wrong. But he's also not that self deprecating - truth is, he'd be shocked to the core if someone ever didn't wanna fuck him.
But here's the thing: he's not really selfish. Not meaningfully. When I think back to being a kid, it was Damian who cooked for me, helped me with homework and picked me up from school. Damian who'd beat kids up for talking shit about me, and Damian who'd let a five year old me share his bed after having nightmares. He's the only father figure I remember. And I really thought that when my parents died, he'd finally see that he'd served his time. He'd take his money and his growing fame (infamy?) and ditch me with our aunt. But he didn't. He made sure he bought a two bed apartment, and as soon as I moved in, my bedroom was decked out exactly as it had been at home, to make me feel better. I'd be lost without him."______________________________________________________
ALIAS: lex.
AGE: 22.
PLAY-BY: chris john.
MEMBER GROUP: ny.
INSPIRATION: I D K.
