Thursday, September 29, 2011

Rico Suave


How awesome is Hemingway? It's crazy.

And the fact that stuff like this actually happened is just dumbfounding to me:

"In 1954 he was given the Nobel Prize. Gabriel García Márquez, still a journalist, caught sight of Hemingway and his wife in Paris one day in 1957 walking along the Boulevard Saint-Michel. Hemingway was wearing old jeans and a lumberjack’s shirt. He had long been one of García Márquez’s great heroes, for his myth as well as his writing. The Old Man and the Sea had hit García Márquez “like a stick of dynamite”; he was too timid to approach Hemingway but also too excited not to do something. From the opposite side of the street he called out, “Maestro!” Hemingway raised a hand as he called back “in a slightly puerile voice,” “Adios, amigo!”"

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Click here for a review of a new book on him, a good read in itself.

The Finest Life You Ever Saw.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Oooooohh...On the DID tip


The Swedish brand Whyred is now at Urban Outfitters. Think luxury meets clean and classic pieces. A closet full of Whyred is one to be desired... Enjoy! Pine! Be inspired! Spend! I don't care, just take a look.

Whyred's pieces (and brand) appeals to my constant hunt for the unique and original in fashion, friends, and most importantly experiences.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

The city's best dance party

I could have danced all night! I could have danced all night! I could have danced, danced, danced all night!  Enough of that.

Friday's at Home Sweet Home is the city's best dance party - no doubt!
New York Night Train 
by DJ Jonthan Toubin

Imagine pulp fiction meets hipster fanatics and all that jazz. I love it. Soul, Rock, and R&B from the 50's, 60's that make you want to shake your bootie until you can't stop. I danced with the magic man shown in these pictures and if he was even remotely as amused by me as I was by him then I can die happy.




Who is a better dancer you ask? I really don't know, but what I do know is that DJ Jonathan Toubin selects the perfect melodies and when I'm there I can't help but move my body (oh and toss my hair). Bourbon in hand or not I'm in bliss.

I'm sharing this information, because it is pretty safe to say that, this is one of my favorite places to go on the planet. Of course I could dream of places like this, but there is something about HSH that is very special.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Fortnight journal.


Take a look.  Fortnight is a non-profit documentary company that documents the lives of a select group of millennials (someone born between 1980 and 1990), with one common goal (as taken from the "about us" section. are you ready? because I love this!!): commitment to precedent. I love that. How very romantic. Fortnight features just one person a day, one pop of content, giving you (the reader) the opportunity to really hone in on these individuals. A boxer, a painter, a jazz vocalist, a baroness, who are all motivated by some belief, goal, or destiny.

Which begs the (rather obvious) question: what defines me? Or as the caterpillar in Alice in Wonderland said, "Who are you?" Alice cleverly responds with, " I-- I hardly know, sir, just at present -- at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I might have changed several times since then." I would like to borrow Madam Wonderland's response and leave it at that. I was one thing this morning, quite another last night, and who knows what I will be later.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Friday, September 16, 2011

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Tranquilo! It's Phoeeeebeee

When the darkness falls, you'll be all that I need

Last night during my evening jog, I discovered a group of tango dancers and oh boy did I wish I knew how to tango. The scene was perfect...the sun was setting, music was playing, and they were doing my favorite thing...SWAYING.


They danced under this pavilion.


And as the sun set I realized that I was NOT in the mood to jog and that these tango dancers had saved me from a grueling activity.


For the record, I know I've said this before, but I'm not a swoon girl. I don't believe that everything retro is to-die-for. I don't think that Kate Spade is the best brand ever! And I don't make random statements indicating over-the-top pleasure. But I do think that men and women dancing tango is breathtakingly beautiful. Just imagine one of the women whispering in the ear of her partner and saying, "I'm going to move to your beat, wherever it may lead me." SWOON. OK, I swooned, leave it alone.

Monday, September 12, 2011

All those yesterdays

As I sort through the photos from our labor day weekend in the hamptons. I can't help but sing this song.

Don't you think you oughtta rest...
Don't you think you outghtta lay your head down...tonight...


Don't you think you've done enough?
Don't you think you've got enough? Well maybe..


You don't think it's time to stop?

Let it wash away
All those yesterdays...


All those yesterdays...


So no one catches you drifting off and doing all the things...that...we...all...do...


Let them wash away...


All those yesterdays...


All those yesterdays...


All those paper plates...


You've got time...
You've got time to escape...
It's no crime to escape...

It's no crime to escape...


There's still time...so escape...

Row, row, row your boat



The Row Surprises, and Wows


Quote from a friend: " Omg - I need to burn my clothes and just wear cream!"

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Saturday song of the week: Danza Kuduro



Who's afraid of a little reggaeton? NOT this diva.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Dawn of the modern woman (DIVA)



Holly Golightly Is a Call Girl and Other Revelations About Breakfast at Tiffany's

Bootie mashup



Click here for a download of slammin mashups for a pretty rad indian-summer playlist. Are the BBQ's really over? Have we already reverted to bloody brunch. Somebody save me!

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Naughty





I love "the exit."

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Lost at sea

This weekend at the beach in east hampton, I observed two little boys in action. 


It was tremendous. As the adults on the beach treated the sea like a dear-old friend who doesn't require much attention, the children did something observably different - they moved.

Perhaps it was the sea's energy that pulled them or the freedom of bare feet and bathing suits, I really don't know. But I felt it too. I wanted nothing more than to move with the waves and stick my chest out revealing my vulnerability to the great and powerful sea. So while Mr. DID was nose deep in a book I approached the sea and took it all in... the sounds, textures, smells, warmth, all of it. Today as I look out on the rainy NYC afternoon I'm reminded of my wistful afternoon by the sea. 

Here is a theme song for this post. If you prefer something faster try this song.  Both songs warrant a great big HEY-YO. 

(picture by me)

Friday, September 2, 2011

What I wouldn't give...

to be back here


In a dramamine-induced coma on a trip with a total pleasure seeker. You know exactly the the type of person I'm taking about. The kind of person that sighs after taking a bite of something delicious, stops to really put their feet in the sand, and always sees the beauty in life (which make her a great photographer to boot). Not an over-indulger per se, but rather a satisfaction seeker (SS) who snarls at the idea of personal homeostasis. I have traits similar to an SS, but really I teeter back and forth. Sometimes I allow amusement to guide me and at other times I don't.

Speaking of what guides a person, I recently read this series in O magazine (I don't subscribe to the magazine, but read it at every possible chance: nail salon, doctor's office, Bliss, etc.) on intuition. In the series of articles, Martha Beck writes about how to tune in to your voice within to find personal fulfillment. Martha explains that everyday we have two voices in our heads, two advisers, your logical (somewhat pedantic) self and your passionate, satisfaction seeking, self. This is so very true for me. I often lack clarity as the multiple voices chime around in my head.

Beck argues that when making a choice we should ignore the voice of social conditioning (voices that echo our parents, teachers, and other authority figures) and listen to you own wisdom that often appears as emotions or physical sensations in the body.

She suggests that if you are wondering whether a choice is wise or not, that you shouldn't search your mind for a rational arguement. Instead, hold each option in your attention, then feel its effects on your body and emotions. When something is wrong for you, you'll feel constriction and tightness. The wise choice should lead to feelings of freedom and even excitement. A prime example of our conflicting selves comes from my friend over at ramshackle glam whose blog post on the day she quit her job  I carried around with me for MONTHS. Whenever an overwhelming sense of dread came over me, I pulled out the ratty paper and read her words on how she let intuition lead and stepped away from safety.

P.S. O's series on intuition was also written up on NPR.

(picture by pleasure seeker of me in the Thai islands)

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Beautiful Photo of Annabelle Dexter-Jones


Stolen (borrowed) form the official blog of Purple Magazine, purple Diary (my new obsession). It is highly provocative, like a late night movie that-you-just-can't-turn-off provocative and I LOVE it.