I'm not exactly sure what the point of this NYT story is, but, then again, I'm never really all that sure about any NYT story in the Styles section. Apparently, homeboy "Di Mondo" (which means "of the world," his real name is Edmundo Huerta) may very well be the most photographed man in New York (a completely made up distinction if there ever was one). Why? We're not so sure. He frequents the Hamptons, parties with celebrities and has quite the "interesting" personal style. As a result, people like to take pictures of him. And all this attention has netted him the kind of shit we all want, but will never achieve: At the CFDA awards he was close enough to Blake Lively to smell her hair and Kendall Jenner rolled up next to him in her car and said, "I love what you're wearing." In fact, he got so much attention at the CFDAs for his elaborate headdress that security thought he had crashed the event.
Huerta, who was originally born in Texas to Chilean parents, got his fashion inspiration from his youth Taekwondo classes where he hated wearing a standard uniform and channeled it into his unique fashion sense. By the time he moved to Chile at age 10, he was meticulously planning his every outfit. Later on, he attended college, had his first encounter with party photographers at an event in Coconut Grove, Florida and met his now boyfriend of nine years, accessory designer Eric Javits, great-nephew of former New York Senator Jacob Javits. After moving to New York, he was stopped by a Time Out New York photog for his outfit—this fancy all plum everything getup—and the rest is history. So, here we are, and here he is, with bird's nests on his head and mosaic tile formations for shirts.
Here's the thing, I don't get jealous of legitimate celebrities like actors, athletes, musicians and the like. They worked for a long time to get where they're at—way harder than I worked to get this gig. But it's these types of dudes—the Di Mondos of the world—that I get uncontrollably jealous of. This guy has been invited to literally hundreds of high-society galas based on the strength and weirdness of his alphets alone. All he did was get lucky one time and the attention started to build from there. Now, he's out here, lamping in the Hamptons, wearing colorful, wacky prints and people are fucking eating it up. Is he a socialite? Is this ALL HE DOES? Because, if so, this is exactly what I want to fucking do. He moved here on a whim, for love no less, studied acting and now he's had his picture taken thousands upon thousands of times. Apparently, he's working on a tech project and developing a TV documentary series. I guaran-fucking-tee that shit will be on Bravo. Oh well, at least it can take The Singles Project time slot when it inevitably gets cancelled next week. Sorry, Trunzo.
