[DV by Dolce Vita – Gordie Sneakers; $79.00 $39.95 Anthropologie | D-ID Florence Ankle Skinny; $165.00 Bloomingdales | Grande Iced Chai Latte – $4.40 Georgetown Cupcake]
I’m taking a page out of @coffeenclothes book right now with this photo and I love it. But on to the good stuff – I’m currently obsessed with: slip-on sneakers, cuffed ripped jeans, and iced chai lattes (#yum, although technically not coffee)!
These slip-on sneakers are my go-tos these days, despite the fact that they were almost gone forever when I stumbled on a sidewalk and the sole on one foot detached. Thank you Gorilla Glue! I wear them with my HUE perfect edge liners - so good, you can’t even see them. I can’t stop cuffing these jeans, or any other pair of jeans for that matter, and that’s probably because I love the peek of ankle (and my summer tan). The relaxed fit of these ripped jeans makes them the perfect compliment to every relaxed tee or fitted tank I own. I don’t know what it is about the chai latte, but I want to drink it every day. It’s spicy and sweet and downright delectable – this one’s from Georgetown Cupcake, but I think Dean and Deluca makes my favorite.
From where I stand, this is what I want to wear every day, so winter – please stay away, I’m not ready to trade my sneakers for boots!
This city inspires me everyday, and today was no exception. I hopped off the N Train at Prince St this morning only for my (speed) walk to work to be obstructed by people snapping pictures of the street. I looked to my left and discovered an infinitely cool, literal piece of street art memorializing 9/11. Everyone remembers where they were that day, I didn’t even live in the US and I can tell you that I sat in horror as the TV in my middle school classroom relayed the news. It occurred to me that I never really knew New York before it was scarred by terrorism. In a sense my heart breaks for the New York City I’ll never know, more than ever, it breaks for the people that never made it past that day, the families that grieve such a profound loss to this day. I don’t think there was a more New York way to honor their memory 11 years later than a piece of street art in Soho at Prince St and Broadway with the words “Live for Today 9/11″ spray painted on a pedestrian crossing turned makeshift American flag.
“If I wanted to be in an innovative industry, I wouldn’t pick fashion.”
The dirty secret of fashion is that there is nothing new. I suppose the cool thing is how we re-invent it, but when people act like something’s so new and fresh in fashion, they immediately lose me. If I wanted to be in an innovative industry, I wouldn’t pick fashion. On the other hand, I’d pick fashion if I wanted to be a historian with creative liberties. I’ve kept a skeptical eye on fashion week this season in NYC, because I honestly haven’t been that interested. More and more it seems the more things change the more they stay the same. This season (like the last) is all about contrasts, and I’m beginning to think that’s the trick to fashion in general. Call it fusion, contrasts, or a blending of complete opposites, it’s all the same concept – they all mean the same thing. Whether it’s pulling together two different styles like leather and lace (circa Alexander Wang Spring Summer 2013) or playing with different eras by pairing vintage with more contemporary pieces. Fashion is fusion, and I say that knowing that that’s both simple and complex because fashion has such a rich history of ideas to pull from.
I’d clambered out of the office after yet another conference call that ran late, hoping I didn’t get stuck on one of those Murphy’s Law trains. I hopped on the 1 train up to Times Square – 42nd Street and made my way up the two blocks to the Broadhurst Theatre. I tried to remember what I’d read in that tenth grade English class, but all I could muster was my version of Stanley’s voice bellowing “STELLAAAA,” then A Streetcar Named Desire began. It all came flooding back to me in bits and pieces, as I watched the brutish Stanley played by Blair Underwood, excite Blanche DuBois’ (Nicole Ari Parker) dramatic nature. Then I remembered, someone gets raped…
For the life of me, I couldn’t remember what scene this horrendous act would take place – so I found myself on the edge of my seat wondering when Stanley’s anger would catapult into full blown assault. It did a couple times as he formed his fist at Stella, but it wasn’t until that fateful moment that my heart leapt out of my chest. Moments after the scene went to blackout, I felt tears welling up in my eyes. The last scene brought me to tears. This cast had wreaked emotional havoc on me, and they deserved their standing ovation.
My heart bled for Stella and Blanche, and while a friend of mine and I had just discussed how stupid we women can be, the art of the stage imitated life. People call Tennessee William’s Streetcar a masterpiece, and I suppose I felt it was a tragedy of the human condition. We make excuses for those we love (or even like) because we’re so afraid to be alone. This isn’t just a play written in the 1940′s, it’s a story of people that accept less than what they deserve time and time again, and the people that smile as they do. I don’t think I understood that when I was all of thirteen years old in an English classroom, failing to see beyond the words on a page. Blair Underwood, Nicole Ari Parker, Daphne Rubin-Vega, and Harris Wood captured a piece of Streetcar that had escaped me all those years ago.
I don’t spend enough weekends in Brooklyn, but I’m glad I stayed home this weekend to witness the food-loving splendor that is The Great Googa Mooga. With all the crazy, bad weather we’ve been having, this weekend was a slice of heaven. Sprawling over Prospect Park, the grounds of Googa Mooga were littered with people on blankets and booths serving some of the best food in NYC. It was an all around perfect day to be outside, soaking up some rays, drinking a few beers, and consuming half my weight in food. Music poured through the airwaves and we danced around trying not to spill our beers but refusing to put them down.
Never mind the fact that I had absolutely no cell phone service and couldn’t upload anything to Instagram and Twitter. It was a bit like the dark ages in a way that makes you yearn for the days when life was simpler. I didn’t find myself checking my email every two minutes, instead I enjoyed the sights, sounds, and spread of delectable culinary goodness. My favorite was a toss up between the pork belly tacos from Colicchio & Sons and what I’m almost sure was crawfish mac and cheese from Crawfish Monica. Lest I forget, the summer heat bearing down on my shoulders – beyond the booze was a special treat from People’s Pops. One ice block, a shaver and a tasty plum tarragon syrup made for a refreshing shaved ice treat.
There may have been an almost intolerable swarm of people, but the music and food made it bearable. I’m looking forward to next year and I’m making my way to The Spotted Pig and Red Rooster as soon as possible to get a real taste of their offerings.
I love drunken noodles, probably because they’re one of the spiciest things I can find on any given Thai menu. For my roommate’s birthday she had one request – “I want Thai in the city” – so after a little deliberation we headed to Lantern Thai. The cute and cozy spot sits on the corner of 2nd Ave and E 18th St, and the staff is beyond attentive.
I’ve been sampling this cities variations on drunken noodles since I got here and Lantern whipped up potentially the best drunken noodles ($10.00) ever. The tender noodles, chicken and veggies slathered in that oh so spicy and delectable chili and basil sauce sent me into food-gasmic heaven. As I sipped my ‘Muay Thai’ punch ($9.00, I’m a sucker for a good rum cocktail), each bite sent my taste buds on a new and exciting ride.
My roomie and her boyfriend raved about their tamarind salmon ($16.00) and red curry ($10.00) dishes respectively and my spring rolls were finger licking good, but it’s those drunken noodles that have me hankering to return to Lantern Thai extra soon.
Lantern’s Signature Muay Thai Punch
311 Second Ave
New York, NY 10003
(no reservation between 7pm and 9pm) LanternThai.com
It’s become utterly clear that I need another pair of moccasins. I don’t know what it is about New York city, but I’m convinced that the weather here only comes in extremes, hot and humid and cold and icy. I was sure my throat was going to freeze while I strolled down the street in a linen jacket that did nothing for me in terms of warmth. Over the last three days, presumably since the first of October hit, I’ve been craving my fall essentials, missing the pair of moccasins I destroyed last winter, and convinced that I need to buy a new pair.