Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Storm King

Storm King is one of the best named (and most interesting) art centers I have ever had the pleasure of visiting. The Storm King Art Center is about an hour north of New York City, in the Hudson Valley. The Art Center's permanent collection of sculpture dates from 1945 to the present. It is a magical place where massive and not so massive, industrial and not so industrial (there is a wall made by British wallers) man-made objects are both in harmony and juxtaposition (my favorite!) with rolling hills, wide open fields and enchanted woodlands.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Holly Golightly

Saw Holly Golightly at Mercury Lounge last night with John, Jess and Ben. Her dry British accent is juxtaposed by her throaty singing voice and perfectly complimented by Lawyer Dave's syrupy southern drawl. I hope one day soon John and I will be rockstars and go on tour and have stage banter that is as adorable as theirs.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

WATCH: Do it With Joy

John connected with a dude name Adam Humphreys (also a former treeplanter living in New York) and Adam told him about Do it With Joy, a documentary about treeplanting from 1976. I love it for the vintage Canadian accents, the timeless clothes and the colorful characters.

I Told You So: Uproot Andy

The future of music. Image taken
from XLR8 article. Seriously, I told you so.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

READ: Grunge

Kurt and Courtney circa 1992. Throw on some Smashing Pumpkins, peruse this and a plethora of amazing images in Michael Lavine’s book Grunge and you may just have the greatest day you've ever known.

Sunday, October 25, 2009


Fafi is a babelicious, super talented, French graffiti artist. I've loved her for years. Sharin' the love on a lazy Sunday evening.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

No Impact Week

There is an island of garbage, about the size of Texas floating in the Pacific Ocean. Gross. This week is No Impact Week. Cool. Man up and try not to shop in honor of NIW. If you have a hard time abstaining, before you swipe, or virtually swipe your plastic, think about the fact that the crap you are about to purchase from H&M or Top Shop will most likely end up adding some square footage to the aforementioned island. Super gross/uncool.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

The Cut

Image from New York Magazine's article The Case Against the Case Against Circumcision. Brilliant.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

I went and I wish I went

Went: Miike Snow at Mercury Lounge. I had forgotten how much I love that venue. It is super intimate. The band was rockin'. It boggles my mind how people can go to a show like that and not dance. New York audiences, why are you so stiff?

Wish I went: Loudun Wainright III with Rufus, Martha, The Roches and some other special guests played the Highline Ballroom last night. They performed music from Loudon's latest album High Wide & Handsome: The Charlie Poole Project. I'm sure the show was super sweet.
Wish I went: Kings of Convenience on Sept. 10th at Bowery Ballroom. Too bad the show had to coincide with F'sNO. John Pareles' review of the show in the NYTs killed me- an acoustic set so quiet cameras could be heard ( photographers had to be asked to stop taking pictures) and a from the audience vocal guest, Leslie Feist- is (one of) my idea(s) of musical perfection.
Wish I went: Trey Anastasio and the New York Philharmonic at Carnagie Hall on September 12th. I love Trey. The New York Times' review, this time by Steve Smith, really made me feel like an ass for not getting there. This too, is (one of) my idea(s) of musical perfection.

Friday, September 11, 2009


Last night was the much anticipated and much hyped Fashion's Night Out. It was actually super fun- kind of like Halloween but rather than going to houses for free candy, we went to stores for free food and booze (a lush sartorialist's wet dream). Brilliant, no? John, Greta, Claudia and I spent some time at Theory (great cocktails), Helmut Lang (great whiskey), Rag and Bone (weird shots, great beer) and The Smile (tacos!). The photo is of 2 dudes at Rag and Bone, I thought they worked there (and were wearing some kind of uniform) because they were both wearing red plaid shirts, dark skinny denim and red vans - but they were just hanging out and the coordination was random. Go figure. The female uniform of the evening (especially around MEPA) was the official F'sNO tshirt, black leggings, a black boyfriend blazer and some bad ass heels of the Alexander Wang variety. The females looked hot. I'm not sure if the evening actually did much to stimulate the economy (though boozy shopping is always dangerous/fun), or if the stores just blew a bunch of cash on the accouterments, but I hope F'sNO (Fashalleen?) becomes an annual tradition.

Lady in White

Dress: Value Village
Belt: a store in Winnipeg on Osbourne St.
Shoes: Value Village
Purse: Chelsea Flea Market
This is Lindsay. Her belt is black with white polka dots. I haven't really spent much time in Winnipeg (just a short stop on the cross Canada-Grey Hound route), but next time I'm there I will check out Osbourne St. and hopefully get a nice belt for myself. On a side, but still Winnipeg related note, Guy Madden's My Winnipeg is a strange and fantastic movie.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Junko's Shamisen

My magically talented friend Sol's first short film, Junko's Shamisen , is premiering in Toronto on Sunday, August 13th at 8pm at the Ossington Theater. If you are in Toronto and want to see something amazing- go to this, although it is not a TIFF screening- Junko's Shamisen is going to be hotter than a Russian steam room.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

wow bam

it's. oh. so quiet
it'a oh. so still
you're all alone and so peaceful until...
you fall in love
zing boom
the sky up above
zing boom
is caving in
wow bam
you've never been so nuts about a guy
you wanna laugh you wanna cry
you cross your heart and hope to die
'til it's over and then
it's nice and quiet
but soon again
starts another big riot
you blow a fuse
zing boom
the devil cuts loose
zing boom
so what's the use
wow bam
of falling in love
it's. oh. so quiet
it's. oh. so still
you're all alone and so peaceful until...
you ring the bell
bim bam
you shout and you yell
hi ho ho
you broke the spell
gee. this is swell you almost have a fit
this guy is "gorge" and i got hit
there's no mistake this is it
til it's over and then it's nice and quiet
but soon againstarts another big riot
you blow a fuse
zing boom
the devil cuts loose
zing boom
so what's the use
wow bam
of falling in love
the sky caves in the devil cuts loose you blow blow blow blow blow your fuse when you've fallen in love

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Dark and Stormy

Hard and Soft

Top image is from FFFFound, bottom is from the Wood Wood SS10 show on the Copenhagen Fashion Week website- I love both looks (similar silhouettes but totally different vibes), especially side by side.

Monday, August 31, 2009

Nice bum, where ya from?

The other week, my mom and I had dinner at Inakaya in the Times building. We needed to eat pre-Broadway show and wanted to avoid the craziness/overpriced not so awesome food in theatre district. Inakaya, the New York outpost of a well known restaurant in the Roppongi section of Tokyo, is a quirky restaurant. The focus is on the robata-yaki (sunken and hearth-like with minimal oil) style grill. All the staff call out to greet entering customers, announce food being brought to the tables and bid farewell to people on their way out. I have experinced this tradition in Japan- in a crowded, smoky and loud izakya but it does not quite work in the quiet, shiny and cavernous space on 42nd St. Another interesting part of the Inakaya experience is the bathroom where you can find the latest and greatest of Japanese toilets- a super-high-tech model with a control panel that looks like the cockpit of a plane. The toilet seat is heated, and it can pretty much do everything (check the top picture to get a better idea) except take out the garbage.
If you happen to be around 42nd street, need a bite to eat, are not easily suprised (the shout-outs can sound kind of abrupt), and need a quick bidet, Inakaya is worth checking out.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

500 words on a common, household item.

For as long as I have been allowed to slice my own bread, I have always used The Bread Knife. Its has been a constant in the three kitchens that I grew up in; the first in the apartment my parents lived in when I was born; the second, where I first used it myself, in the house where I did most of my growing; and the third in my parents' current home. The Bread Knife is a generic-looking tool, with no distinguishing marks or brand names. It has a white plastic handle, a long, serrated silver blade and weighs just enough so that you can feel it in your hand, but not enough to cause any discomfort while slicing.
The Bread Knife came to my parents as a wedding present; the pearlized handle suggests its intended use as official cake-cutting tool. Immediately, it was pressed into daily service, becoming The Bread Knife. Today, it sits boldly in the center of the wooden knife block, its white handle surrounded by newer Cutcos and dark Europeans. Though other bread knives have been bought, none has succeeded in replacing The Bread Knife, despite its somewhat dulled blade and quirkily bent tip (evidence of its use as a tool for some now-forgotten household repair). The Bread Knife waits patiently, un-intimidated by its fancier neighbours, knowing that it is the knife of choice for slicing bread in my parents' home. It has served us dutifully at luncheons, dinner parties and Sunday brunch. It is solid, durable and trustworthy; sharp enough to slice a bagel yet, in an accidental slip, unwilling to break through its user's skin.
It was with The Bread Knife that I learned to slice bread. (Though, I require a few good years of practice to master the art of slicing, and to finally overcome the uneven cut. Still, if I slice in a hurry, I often end up with an irregular piece.) The Bread Knife has brought much satisfaction to my carbohydrate cravings, be it challah toast with jam, or a baguette sandwich; I have even used it to slice my mom's homemade banana bread.
Despite its success as a cutting utensil, The Bread Knife has also brought its share of strife, particularly to my mother, who for a long time believed that her children would die by slicing bread. It it the source of omnipresent breadcrumbs, which has brought much stress to me. No matter how thoroughly I think I have wiped the counter, my mother always seems to find them. If the Bread Knife sliced sans crumbs, it would truly be the perfect knife.
The Bread Knife, though a seemingly random household object, has a significant place in my family's kitchen, and hearts. It has been with us literally through thick and thin, slicing bread in good times and bad.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Au Revoir, gominyc!

gominyc one of the city's first, and raddest eco-boutiques (founded by Anne Bernstein- a tiny, but fiery woman) will be shutting its little green door for good on August 27th. Sadly, it is the end of an amazing era. Happily, it is a fantastic opportunity to purchase majorly marked down eco friendly clothing (from designers like Bahar Shahpar, Mociun, Feral Childe, Majestic, and more...), accessories and vibrators.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Sometimes you have to show a little skin

Top: Chanel (gift from my Nana)
Jeans: BDG from Urban Outfitters
Shoes: Joe Fresh ballet flats
Bag: Muji

Thank you Nana for giving me this Chanel top (and matching full length skirt). I always thought the complete outfit would be a bit much for me to wear at once (a little too Troop Beverly Hills), but I'm starting to think it would look très bad ass with my vintage velvet Chanel combat style boots or my white Acne Niara wedges. I've been to a few white parties, perhaps I need to think about throwing a Khaki Party? Or, at least pitching the idea to the Gap's PR people.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009


Irene Williams. Cutest.
My brothers' new kicks. Flyest.

James Gilbert. Smartest.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

You Must Hear This

Tiniest Creature (the latest addition to John's MySpace page). This is John's recollection of how the ditty came to be:
This song was written in Costa Rica, while Mir and I were in "isolation" on orders of Dr. Rafael Guerra of San José.
The day before seeing him, we had both been devastatingly sick with flu-like symptoms,cough and loss of appetite. We checked ourselves into a very fancy hotel, with plans to recover as much as possible, then catch our flight out of San José early the next morning.When we woke up, Miriam was in quite worse shape than I was at that time, and thought it would be a good idea to visit a doctor before flying, as she had pain in her ears and wasn't sure it would have been a good idea in her condition, what with the pressure and all.
We took a taxi from our opulent gringo hotel in the suburbs right into the diesel fume reeking asshole of San José to go to Clinica Biblia, which the ever wise, helpful and stern Lonely Planet informed us was the best hospital in town. (Probably right underneath a list of the myriad problems affecting Costa Rica's health system and how it's a shame that rich gringos can pay to jump the queue....but I digress.)
After a short wait, an English speaking Doctor came to see us. He examined Mir and asked her questions about where we had been, etc. He was a laid back and jovial guy, and didn't seem too concerned about her health. When I brought up the ahem...elephant in the room about a certain H1N1 virus, AKA"swine flu" AKA "Influenza Porcina," he laughed and said probably not.
After Mir's examination he told her he wanted to do a blood test to make sure she didn't have a bacterial infection. We waited a few minutes (this hospital was really top-notch) and Mir had some blood withdrawn. As we waited for the results, I began to realize that I wasn't quite the example of good health that I thought I was that morning. No matter though, we have a plane to catch and by god, we'll tough it out.
Dr. Guerra came back wearing a surgical mask, and was holding two others in his hands. He sat down behind his desk and motions for us to sit in the two chairs in front of it. He gave us the two masks and said to wear them at all times. He suspects we have swine flu. He recommends- nay, commands us - to stay in San José for another week, and as the quarantine form he's filling out to the Ministerio de Salud can attest, has the authority to back it up.
We are sent on our way in our masks, though we do take them off as we walk through the lobby of our 5 star hotel. We board the elevator with two members of the Venezuelan football team and try not to breathe on them (there was never any news about the Venezuelan soccer team being taken down by Swine Flu, although recently it was discovered the President contracted it. I suspect the people behind the Honduras coup gave it to him). We began our isolation in, well, isolation in the loneliest 5 star hotel room in Costa Rica,with the worst room service.
After a couple days of watching American TV and eating Gallo Pinto from room service, we decided to move somewhere cheaper. At this point, we were feeling much better and going kind of crazy being stuck with nothing to do. We moved to a private room at a "luxury hostel", the kind of which seems to exist only in Costa Rica. We walked around downtown, had breakfast in the market and marveled at all the terrible fashion (well, Mir did. I am not a snob).
I saw some guitars in the window of a pawnshop, and thought that this quarantine would go better with a little music, so I bought one. We went back to the hostel,drank a bottle of wine, sort of watched an Adam Sandler marathon, and "Tiniest Creature" is what came out.It could be about the tiny flu bugs we got; it could be about Mir's recently born nephew, Henry Solomon; or it could just be swine flu induced feverish visions that popped into Mir's head. I don't know, because this song was written by Miriam. Enjoy!

Monday, August 17, 2009

I left my camera wire at home

so I can't upload any pictures from the end of last week/the weekend (which was amazing) and I just had to write an essay for work so I don't really feel like writing but I do want to mention that Patagonia is pure genius, I am using the Secret to make shit happen, also it is too hot to think again and I love it but I wish I could spend the week at Cape May or at Sarah's cottage.

Friday, August 14, 2009

It's Friday, you ain't got no job and you ain't got shit to do.

I can't stop thinking about this cropped motorcycle jacket from Bona Drag. Its 95$ bucks and real, albeit not amazing quality, leather. Online shopping -so awesome, but so dangerous. If only we could download clothes, like music, to try before we buy.

Saw this play on Wednesday night with my mom (she has been in town all week doing a writing workshop at Columbia University, my mom is the best and I love having her here). The 39 Steps is a hilarious adaptation of Hitchcock's film of the same name. You can actually get half priced tickets for it through TKTS because it is not The Little Mermaid and therefore not at the top of most tourists' list of plays to see. If you are smart and like laughing, I highly recommend it.

Love this painting by Canadian artist Kent Monkman. Saw it on Kimberley Newport - Mimran's blog. KNM is the head designer of Pink Tartan. A successful, ladies-who-lunch kind of line, based out of Toronto.

Jared sent me this link earlier in the week- It is an online gallery of various art dedicated to Maurice Sendak's Where the Wild Things Are. I know, with a Spike Jonze movie on its way, WTWTA has gotten a lot of hype lately, but Sendak's book is the bomb - the hype is fully deserved.

It might get loud opens today in NY and LA, and elsewhere on the 28th. The film follows Jimmy Page, Jack White, and the Edge over a year -offering insight into their techniques, influences, and approaches to guitar. I can't wait to see these six string savants* tear it up on the big screen.

* I must credit Flavorpill for the amazing alliteration.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

“Honestly, I never strove to be an Edison”

“The only reason I invented these things was because I didn’t have them and neither did anyone else. I had no choice, really.”
Les Paul June 9, 1915 – August 13, 2009

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top

On John
Tshirt: Helmut Lang
Jeans: Levis
Shoes: Converse

On Mir
Tshirt: John's old Johannesburg Tshirt
Shorts: Jordache Cut-offs from Value Village in Toronto
Shoes: Canvass sneakers from Urban Outfitters

Hanging out and jumping around Times Square. Really digging the new Strøget inspired makeover. Also really digging John's signature shoe tying technique - kind of like gladiators for men. But not annoyingly played out like gladiators (though, if you're into them, then wear them, throw-away trend fashion sucks). I think the effect is similar to Anne Demeulemeester's lace up booties, and I think its rather sexy, especially with shorts.