Paper Bag Prince and Princess

On John:
Jean Jacket: Vintage
Tshirt: Hanes?
Jeans: Helmut Lang
Boots: Red Wings

On Mir:
Jacket: Zara
Hat: from St. Marks
Dress: Helmut Lang
Boots: Frye Engineer Boots

Going to meet my best friend Sarah's (Sar and I met when we were 11 and have been getting into trouble ever since) parents and sister for dinner at Falai on Clinton St. In my humble opinion Falai is one the of the best restaurants in the city. The food is insanely amazing (the Gnudi is on my list of food I dream about) and the service is unbelievably awesome. Sar's dad was initially thrown by the somewhat complicated menu and lack of Chivas (Falai only serves beer and wine, who knew?) but was quickly won over by the incredible taste and presentation of the food and our excellent and patient server.

Shocks My Brain

I had the sublime pleasure of seeing Phish perform this past Thursday at Jones Beach, LI and Sunday in Camden, NJ. Both shows were amazing- the boys sound better than ever. Love to Ira for organizing the best party bus ever, Roo, Bill, Aysha, Lindsay, Kappi and Jeff for all being so awesome. I would like to write something profound and insightful about the music, scene and overall experience, but I am feeling like a bit of a Fluffhead- so I'll leave you with some of the prettiest lyrics to one of the pretties songs in the universe.

"My glance is always darting, when I stroll the avenue Avoiding all the obstacles that terrorize my view If you are here with me, I trust you to lead the way When you're not I follow you, and always go astray Silent in the morning Suspended in the trees
Lunch time comes you've found your voice It brings me to my knees The volume just increases The resounding echoes grow Till once again I bask in morning stillness, I love so The target that I shoot for seems to move with every breath I tighten all my arteries
and make one last request Divine creation hears me, and he squashes me with fear I think that this exact thing happened to me, just last year Silent in the morning You found your voice that brings me to Silent in the morning You found your voice that brings me to Silent in the morning You found your voice that brings me to my knees I will not dismiss you, shelter you, speak with you Smile at you, trust in me, he'd like to brush you off, and I'd agree".

ditsy dress

Jacket: John's vintage jean jacket

Dress: Ebay

Tights: American Apparel

Boots: Frye Engineer Boots

Sunglasses: Acne

Biked into Williamsburg with John to dine on delicious food at the Roebling Tea Room. The dress is my first Ebay purchase. Wahoo. There are a billion flowers on it. Double Wahoo. Much love to Alysha for hooking me up with the Acne sunnys- very Ozzie Osbourne, no?

Even Maybe Tammy (Or, A Cockamamie Bucket of Ruckus)

Last night I went to the opening of the play Even Maybe Tammy (Or, A Cockamamie Bucket of Ruckus) at The Flea Theatre with Steph and Bill (the parenthesis are part of the play's title, I love parenthesis so I knew it would be something I would enjoy). The play was conceived and directed by Christopher Bayes, the Head of Physical acting at Yale and it featured 11 graduates of the 2009 Yale School of Drama's acting program. It was produced by Frances Black (who was wearing a fantastic green shift dress and nude Ferragamo flats and looked amazing) a 2009 Yale School of Drama MFA in theater management and an old friend of Steph's.

Even Maybe Tammy (Or, A Cockamamie Bucket of Ruckus) is f*#cking hilarious. The acting department at Yale School of Drama offers its students the opportunity to perform in a play employing elements of the style of commedia dell'arte and these people killed it. From the opening moments until the amazing finale everyone in the audience, myself included, was pretty much in stitches. The acting department at Yale clearly creates/ is full of geniuses (duh).

If you have 18 bucks to spare and can make to any of the shows between now and the 13th of June you should probably go see it. I promise you won't be disappointed unless, you hate laughing.

Wise words

“These are my new shoes. They're good shoes. They won't make you rich like me, they won't make you rebound like me, they definitely won't make you handsome like me. They'll only make you have shoes like me. That's it.” Charles Barkley

We belong to the light we belong to the thunder

This is a week of moving things around. This picture of clouds is from last weekend. Clouds move around a lot.

All I really want to do

'I don't want to fake you out, Take or shake or forsake you out, I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me, See like me or be like me. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you."