Monday, August 30, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
08.24.10: Fifth Ave + fro'yo.
Jeffrey came back from India recently so we had a day of catch up & curious adventure.
After a beastly meal at Jackson Hole (having lived primarily on a pescatarian & macrobiotic diet this summer, I can't remember the last time I ate that much meat & grease!), we decided to wander my new neighborhood.
The entrance to Central Park closest to me also happens to be where the Central Park Zoo is. Beautiful! I named this fellow Catherine (for privacy reasons, I won't reveal his full name). We also discovered the "Zootique," which has some fluffy stuffed animal toys.
We headed down 5th Ave. where we admired the gorgeous window displays. I'm a fan of the current building design of Louis Vuitton. Not too happy that there was an Abercrombie & Fitch right next to Prada that had a line wrapping around the block just to get in the store. I might have gagged, which might have in turn freaked Jeffrey out.
As we walked into Bergdorf Goodman to peruse, he thought it would be more fun to speak to one another in other languages and disguise ourselves as international tourists. Except that our non-English tongues don't match. Still a fun (and economically humbling) stroll through the store.
We switched over to Lexington Ave. where we passed a building whose top floor looked like a jungle. Being curious kids, we searched for a way to get up there. We finally found an entrance around the corner, through which we met a woman who directed us to the 3rd floor.
This is a spa/salon and possibly one of the most zen feeling places in Manhattan. It was as if we were inside a dream. Phyto Universe has the largest vertical garden in the United States, with over 9,000 plants spanning 3,000 feet creating a mini rainforest in Manhattan. In addition to that, they have a room dedicated to perfumes. I wasn't allowed to take a picture but they have these gorgeous large crystal urns containing different scents, with the names of each engraved in gold script on the crystal. Amazingly beautiful. The owner let me test some scents and pick one to wear. They also gave Jeffrey a sample of their men's scent.
Here are some more pics, stolen off Google image:
Great discovery. I recommend checking it out. And if you can afford it, maybe try their treatments.
When we walked out, it was like being hit -- we went from this completely tranquil place where we forgot that we existed in a Real World, back out to the bustling of Manhattan. For me, at least, I felt like I woke up from a dream (this seems to be a recurring theme in my life recently).
We headed to Bloomingdale's for some frozen yogurt at their Forty Carrots cafe.
Huge portions and super yum, though we both agreed that Red Mango or Pinkberry may still have a better taste to it.
Not a shabby day of catch up.
After a beastly meal at Jackson Hole (having lived primarily on a pescatarian & macrobiotic diet this summer, I can't remember the last time I ate that much meat & grease!), we decided to wander my new neighborhood.
The entrance to Central Park closest to me also happens to be where the Central Park Zoo is. Beautiful! I named this fellow Catherine (for privacy reasons, I won't reveal his full name). We also discovered the "Zootique," which has some fluffy stuffed animal toys.
We headed down 5th Ave. where we admired the gorgeous window displays. I'm a fan of the current building design of Louis Vuitton. Not too happy that there was an Abercrombie & Fitch right next to Prada that had a line wrapping around the block just to get in the store. I might have gagged, which might have in turn freaked Jeffrey out.
As we walked into Bergdorf Goodman to peruse, he thought it would be more fun to speak to one another in other languages and disguise ourselves as international tourists. Except that our non-English tongues don't match. Still a fun (and economically humbling) stroll through the store.
We switched over to Lexington Ave. where we passed a building whose top floor looked like a jungle. Being curious kids, we searched for a way to get up there. We finally found an entrance around the corner, through which we met a woman who directed us to the 3rd floor.
This is a spa/salon and possibly one of the most zen feeling places in Manhattan. It was as if we were inside a dream. Phyto Universe has the largest vertical garden in the United States, with over 9,000 plants spanning 3,000 feet creating a mini rainforest in Manhattan. In addition to that, they have a room dedicated to perfumes. I wasn't allowed to take a picture but they have these gorgeous large crystal urns containing different scents, with the names of each engraved in gold script on the crystal. Amazingly beautiful. The owner let me test some scents and pick one to wear. They also gave Jeffrey a sample of their men's scent.
Here are some more pics, stolen off Google image:
Great discovery. I recommend checking it out. And if you can afford it, maybe try their treatments.
When we walked out, it was like being hit -- we went from this completely tranquil place where we forgot that we existed in a Real World, back out to the bustling of Manhattan. For me, at least, I felt like I woke up from a dream (this seems to be a recurring theme in my life recently).
We headed to Bloomingdale's for some frozen yogurt at their Forty Carrots cafe.
Huge portions and super yum, though we both agreed that Red Mango or Pinkberry may still have a better taste to it.
Not a shabby day of catch up.
Hello Rewind photoshoot.
Last Saturday, Hello Rewind had a photoshoot to better display their products & what it is that they do. Below is a teaser video they posted of the day, made by one of the photographers Jon Freeland. Check it out & be on the look out for the results of the photoshoot :) Sure to be fun photos.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Curiosity & creativity.
The past week or so has inspired me to add to my resolutions:
1) Be even more curious.
2) Create more.
And I will do that. Care to join me?
1) Be even more curious.
2) Create more.
And I will do that. Care to join me?
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
08.20.10: Perfect Friday.
wandering MoMA // bike carriage rides along the westside
sending messages on paper boats in Central Park // pool halls
Monday, August 16, 2010
08.15.10: Lazy Sunday.
Brunch at Cafe Mogador. Eggs Normandy + really, really good orange juice.
Cute stores with cute elephant paraphernalia.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
The 3:18 Movement + Green Street @ Identity Bar, 08.14.10.
Saturday night's event by The 3:18 Movement and Green Street.
Notice Santiago & Lisa cheesing it in the background.
Brooklyn Good Guys :)
Guys from Designed 2 Perfection -- entrepreneurs & contributors to the cause.
Videos to come?
Notice Santiago & Lisa cheesing it in the background.
Brooklyn Good Guys :)
Guys from Designed 2 Perfection -- entrepreneurs & contributors to the cause.
Videos to come?
Saturday, August 14, 2010
VulpesVulpes rooftop party last night.
Amazing show.
Live painting during the set. Absolutely loved this.
End product.
Live painting during the set. Absolutely loved this.
End product.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Keep on keepin' on.
Starting from scratch is difficult. It's hard enough when you're young & inexperienced. It's so much more difficult when no one believes in you.
But you just have to keep on keepin' on, right?
"An ounce of action is worth a ton of theory." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
But you just have to keep on keepin' on, right?
"An ounce of action is worth a ton of theory." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
Wasting time.
Things I'd like to ask you. Things I wish you knew.
[Brooklyn Bridge]
Did you ever wake up one morning and realize that you just wasted the past x-amount of years?
[Brooklyn Bridge]
Did you ever wake up one morning and realize that you just wasted the past x-amount of years?
Sunday, August 8, 2010
I can't say a sentence without talking about my friends.
Since I can't sleep, I'll blog something.
I realized tonight as I was meeting and greeting people at the Givology event over in Chelsea that I talk about my friends a lot. I was speaking to one particular new acquaintance for quite some time -- long enough to get past the lame intros of what we do and who we know at the event -- and we began talking about interests, experiences, anecdotes that we were reminded of by something that was happening on the dance floor, etc. As we talked, I realized that I repeatedly mentioned my friends in everything I said. Even if they didn't need to be mentioned.
For example (and all these are hypothetical):
New friend: "Yeah, have you seen that new [blah blah blah] video on YouTube?"
Me: "Yeah! My roommate -- well, old roommate actually -- Jenn showed it to me. She's really into their music. It's a pretty good video!"
Or:
New friend: "So this place isn't really your scene? What do you normally do on a Saturday night?"
Me: "I don't know. Usually just hang out and chill with friends...but a lot of my friends are out of town right now. Like that guy Sam I told you about before? He's in Japan. And my other old roommate Jeannie is in China. And Mallory is in Boston but she's coming back soon! Sooner than I expected. I'm pretty excited about that."
OR:
New friend: "I had thought about going on to do accounting or something but in the end chose finance and went to b-school."
Me: "I see. My friend David right now is finishing up his classes for accounting. He has his final thesis due on Monday...mainly why he's out of commission this weekend. He works pretty hard but he seems to enjoy accounting so I think it'll pay off for him. But good you chose finance and are happy with that too. How was your b-school experience?"
It's to the point that I think if someone were to say something really irrelevant like, "This is my favorite shirt because I love this shade of blue." I'd reply with something even more irrelevant and completely random like, "My old roommate Jeannie loves blue. All her sheets and blankets are blue."
I attribute this partially to my verbal diarrhea of unimportant conversation insertions (friends and non-friends related) but I'd more like to attribute it to how much my friends matter to me. I can't talk to anyone, even a stranger that I met 15 minutes ago, without somehow [stupidly] mentioning one of my friends and some tidbit of information about them.
That, combined with my love for meeting new people, will be the reason why millions of random New Yorkers will somewhat-stalkerishly know the strangest pieces of information about...well, all of you reading this.
I don't apologize for spewing your business out there. It's just a sign of my affection for you. I promise.
I realized tonight as I was meeting and greeting people at the Givology event over in Chelsea that I talk about my friends a lot. I was speaking to one particular new acquaintance for quite some time -- long enough to get past the lame intros of what we do and who we know at the event -- and we began talking about interests, experiences, anecdotes that we were reminded of by something that was happening on the dance floor, etc. As we talked, I realized that I repeatedly mentioned my friends in everything I said. Even if they didn't need to be mentioned.
For example (and all these are hypothetical):
New friend: "Yeah, have you seen that new [blah blah blah] video on YouTube?"
Me: "Yeah! My roommate -- well, old roommate actually -- Jenn showed it to me. She's really into their music. It's a pretty good video!"
Or:
New friend: "So this place isn't really your scene? What do you normally do on a Saturday night?"
Me: "I don't know. Usually just hang out and chill with friends...but a lot of my friends are out of town right now. Like that guy Sam I told you about before? He's in Japan. And my other old roommate Jeannie is in China. And Mallory is in Boston but she's coming back soon! Sooner than I expected. I'm pretty excited about that."
OR:
New friend: "I had thought about going on to do accounting or something but in the end chose finance and went to b-school."
Me: "I see. My friend David right now is finishing up his classes for accounting. He has his final thesis due on Monday...mainly why he's out of commission this weekend. He works pretty hard but he seems to enjoy accounting so I think it'll pay off for him. But good you chose finance and are happy with that too. How was your b-school experience?"
It's to the point that I think if someone were to say something really irrelevant like, "This is my favorite shirt because I love this shade of blue." I'd reply with something even more irrelevant and completely random like, "My old roommate Jeannie loves blue. All her sheets and blankets are blue."
I attribute this partially to my verbal diarrhea of unimportant conversation insertions (friends and non-friends related) but I'd more like to attribute it to how much my friends matter to me. I can't talk to anyone, even a stranger that I met 15 minutes ago, without somehow [stupidly] mentioning one of my friends and some tidbit of information about them.
That, combined with my love for meeting new people, will be the reason why millions of random New Yorkers will somewhat-stalkerishly know the strangest pieces of information about...well, all of you reading this.
I don't apologize for spewing your business out there. It's just a sign of my affection for you. I promise.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Dumpster pools on Park Ave.!
[img via NYT]
For the next 3 Saturdays, the dumpsters-turned-pools from Brooklyn last summer are going to grace Manhattan. Specifically, Park Ave. between 40th & 41st St. I'm super excited & will definitely be checking it out.
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