TBT Maven Muse: Justine Frischmann from Elastica

Greetings, pals. I'm loving up on all things Brit pop as usual and just had to share some style inspo from the lovely Justine Frischmann, she of Elastica fame and bad ass style icons. Though the 90s saw many of us obsessed with Liz Phair and the like, I can't help but feel my main boo was Justine. I'm not sure I ever got away from being under the influence. Short hair don't care and Jewish girl vibes and such. I rest my case. 

So enjoy these photos on this TBT and kick it back to snarly, cool Brittania.  Cause that's what's up this stretchy Thursday in Brooklyn. Yours, in bas ass ladies and rock and roll. XO



Sometimes a picture stays with you forever (thanks, Nan Goldin)

Good afternoon, Wednesday. Getting over that hump, kids. Closing in on the weekend. 

So there's lots of good photography shows in town (Diane Arbus, Danny Lyon, and Nan Goldin) and for a shuttergeek like me, it's kind of nirvana inducing. Not only have I spent a hot minute producing shoots, but it's also a visual media that I just adore. It speaks to me. Loudly.

And as creative child, I was completely obsessed with stills. I could not get enough of looking at photographs- from my dad's Nat Geo magazines to Time/Life books on world wars to Vogue magazine shoots with Helmut Newton, I just couldn't stop looking at pictures. Some of my earliest inspirations come from poring through everything I could find- books on punk in '76 to photo essays on the Stones to columns in Details or Interview showing all the fly people in New York kicking it at clubs. Those photos fueled my imagination in ways that are still inhabiting my mind today.

So when I thought about running over to the MOMA to see the Nan show, I couldn't help but think about the photo at the top of this post. THIS PHOTOGRAPH.

It's true I know now that Nan's boyfriend beat the crap out of her and was fodder for her work- for all the darkness, the addiction, the fucked up relationship. Nan Goldin is not really one for subtext- it's all right there in your face- raw and real and on the verge. But when I saw this photo in my teens, I really could not stop staring at it. I bought a postcard of it and literally stared at it for days on end. I related to the creepy isolation of it- the loneliness even though super intimate, the dark subversion. As an angsty teen living in the suburbs of Philadelphia, I wanted to be a fly on the wall of this seedy New York scene- it's the same reason so many of us were drawn to movies like "Kids"- we know what we're looking at is super messed up, but we can't help but be drawn to it for that very reason. Intriguing that. In fact, the whole series entitled The Ballad of Sexual Dependency chronicles New York from the late 70s to the 80s in a way that is disturbing, elegantly wasted, and deeply personal. Real deal shit. I can never look at those 700+ images enough of a New York I will never know, yet know deeply from my obsession with all of these images. As a younger woman, my very existence depended on gazing at her photos. 

I'm sure you have some imagery of your own that's etched in your noggin for all time, but this image has stayed with me my whole life, and though I've never (thank goodness) been the victim of physical abuse, I've definitely gazed at a man while he smokes a cigarette, not knowing what the future would bring, or maybe, not even caring. To me, this image says so much without literally talking. I love it so. (Don't even get me started on Diane Arbus.) Without Nan, we would not have so many other great photographers whose work reflects a raw portraiture documenting the dark, weirdly glam side of life.

If you happen to be in New York, let me know if you want to go check out any of the great photo geek moments happening in town. Link to the Nan show here. I have to go see it. It's amazing how some things never leave you. And by things, I mean pictures. Cause that's what's up this visually stimulating Wednesday in the 718. Yours, in ballads of photographic dependency and back again. XO 



Fall 2016: You're such a stud

Good morning, my pals. Hope all is well by you. Maybe I'm inspired by last night's hip hop honors on VH1 where restraint was not top of mind when it comes to style, or maybe I'm just hot as heck here in the big city and my mind's squarely on Fall and how to dress for the season.

I spotted this Valentino story on their site and it got me thinking about not just why everything by Valentino is so incredibly expensive, but how I could get my own stud game tight, and stat. Plus those Avedon-like photos. Plus that couture show that almost killed me, in a good way. But I digress. Let's talk tacks. And by tacks I mean studs.

I love the idea of next level bedazzling, with grommets or whatever else you may think is cool and rock and roll. We all own a white button down, denim jacket, army jacket, or jeans, or even that trench that's in need of a little remix. I'm wondering if this is my time to get a little crafty and start customizing my basics with a little rockstar appeal. You know you want in so why not join me in a little grommet party? I'll bring the wine. And whatever else you want.

Cause that's what's up this making stuff kind of Tuesday in the 718. Yours, in being a stud.  Buy some here. XO


Trendwatch: Communal living

Good morning, Thursday. It's hot outside. Really, really hot. Not my favorite look as you know. I'm gonna stay inside all dang day. Cause I can't right now with this weather.

So over the holiday weekend, I watched for about the umpteenth time one of my favorite movies, "Easy Rider".  And I couldn't believe how this classic American counterculture film still resonates today. Besides loving Peter Fonda, Dennis Hopper, and Jack Nicholson's magic chemistry onscreen, I felt a real connection to the whole agenda of the movie- going out on the open road, rediscovering America, and turning the so called American dream on its butt. As I watched I connected with the scene where they drop off a hitchhiker at his home- a communal living situation full of merry pranksters, beautiful weirdos, and those who chose to tune in, turn on, and check the heck out of the constraints of modern life. It stayed with me long after the movie ended because I felt that right now in our American agenda, this was something I could relate to- a desire to check out of society (even if just a fantasy for me) and living with like minded so called weirdos who were seeking a life beyond a bourgeois existence.

And with NPR's excellent examination of the lack of a current middle class and a recent piece about wanting to leave New York because freelance types like myself are being sliced and diced when it comes to what we can charge, it felt more right than I ever imagined.

Funnily enough I ran into a dear pal the other day who joked we should start a commune for "people with high expectations". Sure it's a great phrase but really think about it- people move to big cities like NY, SF, and LA because they have high expectations for their lives- what they can achieve, who they can meet, and what they can experience living at the epicenter of culture, tech, or big time dreams. So naturally as those expectations become less attainable in the usual places, it makes sense those high expectation types would seek an alternative reality to the current rent squeeze and inability to survive in cities that now court the favor of hedge and trust fund types.

So it struck me this am as I read the New York Times piece on communal living, where two women decided to live together with their children in Topanga Canyon (a place always associated with hippies) in Los Angeles, even though they were sharing a rent that was sky high- with rugs from ABC Carpet and sofas from good Italian furniture companies. This is what got me- not that the New York Times was yet again regaling us with stories of the pretentious, but that communal living could actually become a bonafide trend. Because in the modern world, not everyone wants to check out and free love it up- many just want an alternative to the unattainable yet still maintain their high expectations- such as living in a two million dollar house and splitting the bills. Yes it sounds ridiculous and can cause an eye roll or two, but there's a real there there.

And I can also see the pattern from where this came- first we were obsessed with living small, and now- we want to live bigger but maybe share the burden of what that lifestyle entails.  And I think we will see much more of this as we continue to embrace the sharing economy created by the likes of Airbnb. I can absolutely see this trending in the vacation home market- perhaps you keep your place in the city but share a place upstate or somewhere else,with some people that share your values and good taste. Can my utopian dream of a chic commune where people wear kaftans and sip cocktails be far behind? High expectations indeed. So whether you're more Easy Rider or Urban Warrior, you may find some respite in getting together and living some shared version of the dream. Look for more communal living situations to crop up as many explore how to manage their expectations, in places where those expectations often exceed their means.

Cause that's what's up this Captain America kind of Thursday in the 718. Yours, in sharing is caring. Come together.XO

Being ok with just being ok (and not quite as swell as the rest of you)

Hello, Tuesday. Happy post 4th.  I had a nice weekend laying very low- had some fun out at Storm King and enjoyed the city's Exodus as well. New York and staycay is a good combo. I got to see the very wonderful Danny Lyon show at the Whitney, which I highly recommend if you love photography. It's fabulous and rich and tells great stories of American midcentury moments in time.

So lately as I've been crawling out of my own ass, I've noticed that an awful lot of people are full of shit. And I was going to write a post about how everyone's pictures of sun soaked jaunts to the Med and well-coordinated sunset gazing in Montauk had me vexed. And then I was going to talk about running into an old colleague last week who couldn't stop bragging about her success. Or the very good friend who recently told me she was sorry we were not "in the same place" right now when it came to Summer fun time aka $50 lobster rolls in the Hamptons or #sunsoutbunsout.  I was going to write that I can't even escape this meshugas in real life- not five minutes ago on my way back from the gym I saw the cutest dog, and when I asked what breed he/she was, I received an answer from a chicly undone Brooklyn woman with expensive highlights that this dog was from somewhere in Bohemia (I can't make this up) and shouted out the name of the breeder as if I should know who it was. I didn't.

I was going to ask if it's all worth it- the endless hair pulling, sleepless nights, and hard conversations at work that get rewarded with a top notch social profile full of bohemian dresses and well set tables and well toned abs? I was going to wonder aloud if it was possible for me to use some derivative of the word "bohemia" twice in one post. It was.

I was going to write about how living in New York can often feel like a come uppance circle jerk filled with overly puffed chests. I was going to say that it's hard not to feel the need to get real, to wonder what else is happening in my friend circle besides a Type A entitlement of which I am often guilty?  

But all I really wanted to write  is that regardless of whether you were hiding from the world or toasting your good fortune with some well-brewed kombucha this weekend, you're ok.  And by ok, I don't necessarily mean great. But you're ok. And that's, well, ok too. The fact that we are all here and I am writing this and you are reading this is proof of that. Because coupled with my reverse schadenfreude for my social circle is an empathy for many who may not be doing so hot, or worse yet, are losing their lives in this global shit show where life no longer feels safe. Perhaps that's why we want to live in our social profiles rather than living in the real world. I kind of get it- all of our social sharing is our way of confirming and affirming that we are all ok. Even when ok may not feel quite as AMAZING as the lives being lived on social media. I feel myself coming out of the dark for sure, but I'm probably not going to wear a headscarf in Southhampton any time soon throwing my head back in laughter and delighting in my own self worth. Not that there's anything wrong with that. 

And I can't guarantee I won't want to hide under the duvet from time to time, you just will probably never see a picture of it. I'm too busy being fabulous for all of that. Or at least that's what social tells us. 

Cause that's what's up this is sharing really caring kind of Tuesday in the 212. Yours, in being ok with being just ok. Stuart Smalley has nothing on me. Ooh, selfie.  XO



On ephemera, The Stone Roses, and standing the test of time

Good morning, Friday. Happy 4th to all my fellow Americans out there. Hope it's a safe and wonderful long weekend, with liberty and justice for all.

So last night I got to see one of my favorite bands of all time, The Stone Roses. Those that know me well know that when wine soaked conversations lead to chats about music, I almost always cite this amazing band from Manchester with one real hit album as one of the best bands on Earth. I'm not alone in this thought- their self titled debut was voted one of the best albums of all time in England. And the Brits know a thing or two about music. That's for damn sure. Even if it is Independence Day weekend and the whole Brexit debacle has everyone completely tweaked, you gotta give it to them.  They're brilliant at music.

They played at Madison Square Garden and the crowd was absolutely mad for them. It was an incredible testament to the power of music- this is an album that came out in 1989 and it still sounds so absolutely stellar today. The music is so lush, layered, narcotic. I could never get enough of them and I still can't. I have always been obsessed with that Manchester/Hacienda vibe- wish I had been there and I admired it from across the pond as a young one. But it got me thinking about the times in which we live in, where pop culture is now a very ephemeral notion with very little power to transcend. It also made me think about how wonderful the Brits are, but that's another story. Maybe this Brexit thing will lead to some great music. Who knows. Time will tell. There was no EU when the Beatles, Stones, or Stone Roses were just getting started. I don't know- just a thought.

So listening to that incredible sound made me feel a little sad. I'm not a nostalgic girl but it's hard not to think about what the legacy of today's music will be in the future. Maybe it doesn't matter, but maybe it matters to me. Everything created nowadays (in creative culture at large, not just music) is build for an ephemeral moment, an ephemeral audience, and a world always ready to move on to the next big thing.  I hate that everything is so temporary now- I am a go with the flow type of babe but really- is anything meant to last anymore? Is it strange that we now have the Kardashians to look to when we think of staying power? It's true The Stone Roses did not last long as a band, but that music- the music endures. It stands the test of time. It survives. As do Ian Brown's cheekbones. My friend and I think he was descended from Druids. How else to explain his appeal? Oh yea, he's a Brit. You know how we American babes are a sucker for a British boy. 

As I figure out the next phase of my very own career, I think about this often- how to stay relevant, how to embrace what's next, how to reach a new audience when it comes to marketing my skills. But I'm bummed that there's no "there there" anymore. I'm not trying to make myself extinct, but think about it- what will be long lasting and transcend time when it comes to creativity today? How can true artists compete with a generation that Snapchats their way through life? I believe strongly in embracing new media, but I'm most worried about the message. From the looks of the crowd at the show last night, I think others are feeling it too- that there's something amazing about music and artistry that can not only take you back to a moment in time, but also appreciate the very moment you're in. I hate the very notion of nostalgia, but as I figure out what's ahead, is it really so bad to look back- particularly when there's something so wonderful about music, art, and creative genius that stands the test of time. I feel like we've really lost something along the way in our quest to do everything in real time. Where's the endurance there?

So really I'm worried we are losing ourselves and taking this "be in the moment" thing a bit too literally. I'm more interested in staying power- and even if that means adapting to what's happening, I still want it to be memorable and well done. I guess I'm just a classic girl, who wants time to be on her side.

Cause that's what's up this happily Independent Friday in Brooklyn. Yours, in making it last. XO



Throwback Thursday: Bringing back an old classic with Kate Moss

Good morning, kiddies. I'm working with one of my favorite people on my big relaunch and just saw a logo treatment last night. Very exciting and progress is indeed a good thing.

But as I'm moving forward, sometimes I like to look back. And this being Thursday, what better way to throw it back than with the Adidas Gazelle- a sneaker Kate Moss rocked back in the early 90s and is relaunching with the brand, complete with some wonderful collage appeal by artist Doug Abraham- can you say #remix? Please don't. But think it.

I wore Gazelles back in the day too- and since the Superstar and any shell toe has been done to death and gives me a bad case of clown feet, I will so get a pair of these kicks. Love them- maybe even in the reddish color. I had them in black of course but what's not to love about any color way of these? And at under $100, it's a fiscally responsible way to rock this trend- wear yours with a cute minidress or rock it a la Kate with black flared trousers and a tee or tank. Cuteness. Link to buy here.

Cause that's what's up this throwin' it back kind of Thursday in the 718. Yours, in kvells for Gazelles. XO

Maven recommends: A new graphic tee for Summer concerts and general good vibes

Good morning, Wednesday. Tomorrow I'm going to see one of my all time favorite bands, The Stone Roses. My love for them knows very little bounds and I can't wait to be adored tomorrow night. I still count their self-titled first album as one of my desert island take alongs- it's such a classic record and it's hard to believe it's been over 25 years since they made it. Cray.

Anyway one wonders what's appropriate concert going apparel these days, because like many of you, I don't dress quite the same as I did in 1989. 

But really going to a concert requires comfort, and I love these next level tees from Academy that are a perfect antidote to rock tees, which can feel a little too young for some of us, though I still rock mine often. It's true a ton of the good ones on their site are sold out (including the one with the classic Stone Roses line 'I wanna be adored'). Check them out when you're looking to elevate your tee shirt game this Summer. And I'll let you know how the show is- I absolutely can't wait.

Cause that's what's up this long live rock kind of Wednesday in the BK. Yours, in adornment. XO

On separation anxiety

Good morning, Monday. It was a lazy weekend for me- interspersed with lots of writing up and drafting and thinking about what's next. And one can't help but feel a little bit of anxiety over the recent Brexit and its much deeper implications for all of us.

As you know, I live in Brooklyn, the borough that has become a non-reluctant poster child for all things local. And though the indie spirit and entrepreurial endeavors here are beyond inspiring, I thought a bit about what all of this love of local has done to all of us, in this social age and beyond. I can't help but feel that our farmers market,  made in Brooklyn vibes, and rising real estate through the well heeled roof may be bringing us together as a community, but is it also indicative of a greater problem? That problem is a xenophobia that is causing things like Brexit to happen, and a surge in popularity for lunatic fringe brands like Donald Trump. It's hard to imagine a country could not think about the implications of such acts on the rest of their people, the future generations, and moreover, the entire world.

And as we all sit horrified as Trump wants to build walls, I can't help but wonder if we are all contributing to this fervor somehow? We're living in custom made communities of people just like "us"- we dress the same, we eat the same organic foods, and we shelter ourselves from the rest of the country, and moreover, the world.  I know it's not conscious in any way, but it's worth considering. Is all of this localism feeding this newfangled version of separation anxiety?

When I was in my 20s, globalism was very much top of mind. The Internet opened up the realm of possibility, and suddenly, the world was at our very click-ish fingertips. We rejoiced in McDonald's offering local fast food to feed the masses in India, and we loved that Starbucks was somehow available wherever we went around the world. True we turned our nose up at corporate colonialism but suddenly, we were all living in a very global world. But cut to now. Because clicking has led to far too many cliques.

Now we seek unity that separates us from others, because only want what's in our own backyards. We may want to visit other places but we are so obsessed with our own community building that we often forget about the rest of the world. And maybe for us, it feels comfortable, but it's this same obsession with ourselves vs. others that is leading to a culture of local gone way, way wrong. Nationalism could bring us together in some ways, but as we've seen from the news in recent weeks and months, it's doing anything but.

Last night I watched the wonderful documentary "I Am", about a former big-time Hollywood movie director who suffered a brain injury and ended up walking away from a life that no longer felt fulfilling. It's not a story you haven't heard- we all know things don't bring us happiness, that big houses and fancy cars are not the way to true contentment. But the film goes much deeper and talks about how all of those things are so very isolating, and how, in a scientific sense, we really are more "one" than we are led to make ourselves believe. We are connected by matter, by atoms, by air. Yet we do everything in our power to separate from one another. And with social media monitoring our every meal, event, and breath, we're fooled into a false sense of connection- we "like" each other's pictures and we swipe left and right with abandon in the hopes of finding true love. But how can we do that when we do so many things that force us to break away? Isolationism is alive and well, even if Facebook has you believing otherwise.

To me, a liberal Democrat living in New York, the Brexit vote was horrifying. Donald Trump was and is horrifying. Mass murder is horrifying. But what's even more horrifying is that the vote passed, seemingly to the shock of millions of British people who didn't see it coming. Because we're so busy sheltering ourselves from people like Trump, we forgot the vast amounts that want to keep out others and protect themselves. And as I sit here eating a kale salad from my local juice place, can I do more to open my eyes and contribute to the notion that we are really just one? 

My main point is this- if we continue to live in a bubble, we're going to continually get rocked off our asses every time a move towards a more nationalistic and new fangled fascism takes hold. We're doing nothing to come together, and doing everything to only align with those whose views are most closely aligned with our own. It's true that we listen to Obama talk about a country that relishes the notion that we are all immigrants, but what are we doing to embrace that in the best way we can? We all say we want that, but we need to think and act long and hard on how to protect that amidst so much fear and disruption.

I don't know about you, but hoping that vote was a serious wake up call. We have drawn so many lines in the sand in this election year- the Bernie people, the Hillary people, the Trump people. Maybe it's more than a bit idealistic, but can we try and embrace something that speaks more to the fact that people are people?  Instead of thinking about all the things that pull us apart shouldn't we focus a bit more on what brings us together? I believe in finding one's tribe, but maybe that tribe needs a bigger point of view. That's my brand of Kool Aid, friends. Cause that's what's up this come together kind of Monday in the 718. Yours, in drinking up. XO

Five for Friday: Feeling Rusty

Good morning, Friday. It's so lovely in New York today and I can't wait to enjoy this beautiful afternoon and weekend. Summer weekends are always a pleasure so very much looking forward to some sunshine and extra daylight.

Typically when we dress for Summer we go light- meaning colorwise. Pastels, white, ivory. 

But one color I'm seeing trendwise in stores is rust or copper- a color that works well with my copper tresses and looks magical with a tan. It's not a color you usually associate with warm weather (it's more of a Fall hue), but an autumnal tone during summer can be beautiful and tapped into a 70s vibe, and I'm onboard with rocking this trend with glowy, tanned skin. Don't you just love the photo from Tommy Ton above? So chic. Here's some great finds to help you get a little rusty right now:

Madewell silk one shoulder dress- This is so pretty and sexy, and it's on sale right now. 

Club Monaco Rayah suede jacket- This is not a cheap piece but a fabulous one- love the color so much and it's so pretty with white. Take it on the plane and look chic on your way to wherever you're going this summer. Oh and take me with you. Please.

Lynn one piece high neck suit- Adore a bathing suit in this color- in fact I only wear black, brown, or earthy tones when it comes to swimwear. This is super chic and love when paired with a denim skirt and brown sandals or a cute sarong with an ethnic print.

Miranda Bennett Everyday jumpsuit- Spotted this in Kaight, a great store in my neighborhood that always has fun pieces. This is pretty, soft, and a great way to rock the trend- I'd do gold sandals with it or a neutral light brown like those from Ancient Greek.

Topshop suede fringed hold all- Love a suede accessory in summer- something hippie about it that's so right- wear with white, denim, and even a cute little ribbed LBD for something a bit boho while you sip your bevz of choice.

Oh and for a bonus- this amazing lipstick from my fav, Tom Ford. The color is called Seventh Sin and I'm mad for it. So good with my new haircolor but also beautiful on an array of colors and skin tones. It's really sexy and different and I lurv it.

And that's what's up this rusted root of a Friday. Yours, in rust (and mavens) never sleeps. Happy Weekend! XO