Happy Thanksgiving

Good afternoon, Wednesday. It's a wintry mix here in Brooklyn today and I'm happily listening to old 80s jams and feeling very thankful for the great indoors. We all complain so much on a regular basis, but having a home and heat and running water and electricity are great gifts, and I honor the good fortune I have to enjoy sitting here on my sofa being a big lump in my apartment with my husband and fur baby. On to family fun in Philly tomorrow, but for now it's all about INXS at home. Since when does Thanksgiving mean snow? Oh, well...winter it is and winter it shall be for a good while, so settle in friends.

And after a rather hellish early week for all of us in this country, I do believe some thanks are in order, even though the nagging tendency to scream out loud still prevails. As I hightail it out of the city for a few days, I urge all of us to find some kindness and love in our hearts while we enjoy our carbo loading and turkey snarfing. I'm looking forward to coming back to the city with the holidays in full tilt- but for now- HAPPY THANKSGIVING to all of you and yours. I hope you enjoy the holiday wherever you may be and take a breather with family and friends.

And that's what's up this eve of Thanksgiving in the 718. Look out for a very special gift guide on Friday featuring some of my friends and all of the stuff I'm loving for holiday gift giving and general merriment. Yours, in heartful homes. XO

America, I love you, but you're bringing me down.

Good morning, Tuesday. If you read this blog solely for fashion and style and product tips, you may want to come back another day. Because today's post is about a very unstylish topic- the state of things in this very country I've called home for my entire life. 

Last night's decision in Ferguson was a benchmark for everything that is wrong in this country. Regardless of whether you agree or not, the decision had huge weight on the potent divisiveness that pervades the United States today. If I'm not mistaken, the guiding principles of this land are based on one nation, under G-d, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all". Well, we know that's not true, now is it? I can't be alone in thinking we are not just fighting to survive of late, but fighting each other to do so.

Because instead of one nation, we are a nation divided. We are not one- we are separated by everything- from the constant struggle of the haves vs. the have nots, from the petty and cinematic drama in Washington of Republican vs. Democrat to the battle over leaning in or leaning out- we have become a country where we are constantly being asked to choose sides, and we've completely forgotten the things that unite us, that bond us, that allows us to relate as Americans even though we are so very diverse.

The reaction to the news was all over the spectrum, from many who felt defeated and ashamed by the decision to those who referred to the looting protestors as "animals" and that black people should stop making this a black issue. There's been calls for black Americans to organize within their communities while elevating themselves to a better place in society. I'm not sure why that should squarely fall on a group of people because the color of the skin is the same as the victim of yet another senseless crime at the hands of the authority. I think that problems like a dead child/American/neighbor should bypass color lines. When unarmed people die at the hands of an armed authority, the subtext should not be race related- this is America's problem. This is not the black community's problem. This is OUR problem. 

Long after the civil war, we are still fighting each other, and constantly. Everything is a battle and a fight and as citizens of this nation, we all are suffering from PTSD- from years of battling wars that we continue to lose, and there's nothing civil about any of it. Maybe you're not aware of it, but it's happening and it needs to stop. America I love you, but you're freaking me out.  

Of course, we could all just go the business as usual route- keep picking sides as the system continues to break down and evaporate because that's working so well. You can get on a pulpit and judge the looting protestors as barbaric. You can tell yourself that justice was served last night in Missouri because the court said it was. You can continue to align yourself with your friends who eat organic food and send their children to fancy preschools that teach them to speak French before they learn how to be better human beings. You can do all of these because it's easy to say, "that's them, not me".  What happened last night in Ferguson is not Ferguson's problem, or a black problem, or a white problem. It's everyone's problem and until we find a way to work together and love each other and stop seeing in black and white, we're going to continue to see a complete and total erosion of our waning American values. 

I am tired of being disgusted by the wrong people telling us what is right and wrong. I am tired of tea parties and progressives and everything in between. The more we choose sides, the worse the battle is going to be. I'm aware that alignment is necessary to keep the order, but I've started to feel that a great America is not about such extremes- it's about a balance that no longer exists- having a thriving middle class is a great example of balance at its best- living in a city where nobody can afford to live is not. We have become a country of extremes- from the sports we play to the food we eat to the countless hours we spend trying to "have it all"- I'm going off topic here but the point I'm trying to make is this- we are so grossly out of balance as a country, and that's why these extreme and horrible things keep happening. An innocent man was shot in a housing project stairwell in New York by a rookie cop who killed him for no reason. In a society that values a balanced approach to living, I'm not sure these things would happen so frequently- from our horror at the events in Newtown to our horror at the events in Ferguson- we are so out of whack and I truly believe that much of it is because of a deep imbalance in our American DNA, culture, and identity. We are supposed to be one nation that celebrates our diversity- how can we find our way back to that? Or is paradise simply lost for good?  I want to believe that one day in my lifetime, I will get my country back- a country I was always proud to call my home. Until we acknowledge that these terrible acts of violence and hate keep happening because we are too busy choosing sides to actually make real change, the chaos won't stop.  We have to find a way to work together, and celebrate who we are, together. We need a positive change, we need to not feel anxiety every time we turn on the news, and we very much need to be part of the same team, a team where we can all be proud of who we are, despite our skin color, religion, sex, or otherwise.  I'm hoping we get there.

Cause that's what's up this unbalanced Tuesday in America. Yours, in getting it right.  XO


Maven pick: The grown up parka

Good morning, Monday. It's warm and cloudy and I'm looking forward to a short week with my favorite holiday at the tail end. It goes without saying I have much to be thankful for, and I'm hoping all of you have a chance to give thanks with your loved ones this year too.

And I'm also feeling thankful for Urban Outfitters, my hometown store (they are based in Philly) that has gone through a bit of renaissance of late. I'm thinking they've taken their customer to a bit of a more grown up place- I have an Urban in my neighborhood in the BK and I love that a brand I grew up is offering me looks that suit the person I've become, with a nod to the trend focused person I've always been. The price points are a bit higher and the labels they're featuring are definitely not mall material, but I'm enjoying the sophistication and have been impressed by their offerings of late.

Take their fabulous parka offerings- I'm completely enamored with this offering from popular (and oft scary) 80s brand Members Only- tell me this parka is not the coolest thing ever- I love that there's a detachable faux fur vest (everybody loves a twofer) and to me, a good parka more than winks at the styling of one of my fashion spirit animals- Liam Gallagher of Oasis fame. Liam is kind of the king shit of parka wearing- have a look and you'll see what I mean. PS- who had a better mike stance than Liam bloody Gallagher? Nobody. Bonus points for the tambourine neck party.

And if you're a devotee of an inspired parka, check out Urban's site for some fabulous offerings, shown below. I love the unstructured version for layering purposes so much. 

These are great pieces with multipurpose appeal- and I like the idea of borrowing a casual cool look from the boys and making it sophisticated enough for evening with something silky underneath or a feminine full skirt, or a good tee, some leather pants and heels. Or mix it with something hyper femme like a lace top as shown at the top of this post. It's a great look and all yours from Urban Outfitters- go back in there for real. I know you're worried your Urban fixes ended back when you were living in a dormitory, but trust me- it's feeling fresh and modern and a bit more grown up. Go. Go now.

And that's what's up this well jacketed Monday in the 212. Yours, in Gallagher brothers gorgeousness. And after all...XO

PS-If you didn't know, Liam Gallagher is now making clothes, and his line is awesome. Check it here.  


On staying chill(y)

Good morning, beautiful Friday. It's clear and sunny and cold in New York, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

So it's about that time in the season when the weather gloaters roost on Facebook and try to taunt those of us in colder climates. Listen, we're all thrilled for you it's warm and sunny, but it's the holiday season just nearly and I for one think those are best served chilled. I love the cold and although the early darkness is not my favorite, a chill in the ill is a'ight with me. I can't help myself.

It's amazing how different we all are wired- I mean, I could never be mad at Christmas spent somewhere like Tulum, but there's something so special about New York during the holidays- oh and did I mention how much I love a good coat? Garance Dore posted some fabulous options on her blog yesterday, and that COS number is just what the doctor ordered. I love clothes that feel like pajamas, and that bathrobe silhouette is an awesome iteration of something warm and cozy I'd wear at home, plus I like how roomy it is so that you can wear a blazer and sweater underneath if you so desire. See how much fun dressing for the cold is? Jealous much? That's what I thought.

And it's true that my skin is already feeling a bit dry, but all you really need in the winter is an awesome moisturizer to keep the skin calm and hydrated (I'm a big fan of Ren's Evercalm day cream- it gets rid of redness and soothes winter skin) and boom- all good. Oh and the hair during the winter can also get a bit dry, but there's not a stitch of frizz happening and who doesn't love that?

So to all of my friends who live somewhere warm, I'm happy for you. I really am. But could you keep it to yourself? I lived in warmth for 7 years and pretty much missed New York every day so your weather gloat is not gonna get me.  But if you find a good bagel in say, Miami, call me. That would really be something to write home about.  

Until then, I'm wearing my parka and making faces at you, much like my pal Mick is doing above. What you got besides 72 and sunny? To me, the winter months should feel like winter. That's just where I'm at. Talk to me when I'm old and arthritic, but for now, I feel like I'm somehow cheating if it's warm in the winter time. I like it cold. C'est tout.

Cause that's what's up this cold is cool kind of Friday in the 212. Yours, in reverse weather gloating.  I'll be right here, chillin'. XO

Let's get lost with Celine Resort 2015

Good afternoon, Thursday. Hey, are you going somewhere? As in anywhere?

Because if you are, Celine Resort 2015 is kind of all that- it's for every place, every moment, and every little thing. And even if you have no travel plans, these looks are perfect for just about wherever you are.

I'm swooning over it and am mad for the chic fanny pack (still not tired of that yet) as well as the razor sharp tailoring and excellent simplicity and spare palette. And that striped maxi screams vacation to me- I want it for an imaginary trip to Miami, Palm Springs, or insert anywhere sunny and warm. PS that maxidress is EVERYTHING- in either black, white, or stripes. Such a good alternative to that beach maxi look we are all so very sick of (yes, I'm speaking for you).

I want it all, and I want it now. Here are some of my favorites, full collection can be viewed here.  Phoebe, I love you. As I sit here at my too small desk trying to acclimate to the New York office fake heat, all I can think about is something much more real. Join me, won't you?

And that's what's up this sparely there kind of Thursday in the 212. Yours, in let's get lost. XO

On helpful monkeys

Good morning, Wednesday. Baby, it's cold outside.I like it. I'm crazy. Who cares. Next.

So there was this monkey named Papi who lived in Africa as a housepet. Papi relentlessly mesed with the poor family dog, throwing branches at it from his perch up high in the tree on the front lawn, and when Papi was inside the house, he would often slam doors in the dog's face so the dog couldn't hang out with the family.  Poor puppy. Cheeky monkey. In addition to being a very loving and affectionate little monkey (except when it came to dogs), Papi possessed a special talent for some next level fetching.

On cue, little Papi would head  into town, after knocking the dog down,  with a pouch around his neck, that had a note inside that simply said "CIGARETTES".  This intrepid, dog hating monkey would literally go into town, go into the local tobacco shop, and get his owner a pack of smokes, and then run all the way home, cigarettes in pouch, like the good, sweet, loyal monkey he was.  Oh, and Papi only liked to eat when you were eating, and he particularly loved spaghetti and frequently stole your food. RIP Papi. You were kind of a jerk, but you were the best.

Oh, and men over 40 don't like to date women over 30, 30 being the absolute cutoff. And New York City is the best city in the world. It's better than Paris, London, Barcelona, or Morocco. There's always something to do, and they even have good tacos here if you know where to look. And Kanye is still a good rapper, even if Kim is out of control.

You may be wondering what in hell I'm talking about. But this is a snippet from an Uber ride I had this weekend from Brooklyn to the West Village. These are the stories and thoughts that was told to me by my driver, a man who was lucky enough to have young girlfriends and was once the proud owner of a very practical monkey. And my point in posting it is this- it's important to talk to people, to learn about their experiences, to share a laugh over pet monkeys and discuss Kanye and Kim and anything else.  As someone who is prone to storytelling, it's important that I listen and engage with people each and every day. I highly recommend chatting with as many people as you can- we all know we love our headphones in the morning, but you'll miss stories like this. And that monkey story had me going for a few days. Just a friendly public service reminder to creative types and everyone else- find out people's stories, listen to them, ask them questions. It will only make you a better writer/human/pet owner. It's all about cheeky monkeys and character development, in places you would not expect to get such gems. That monkey really helped me today, even though I no longer smoke and he is just a figment of my mind on this chilly day. Thanks, Papi. Good lookin' out. Muses are everywhere.

And that's what's up this never lacking for inspiration kind of Wednesday in the 212. Yours, in once upon a time. XO


Visual inspiration: New Order album art and Peter Saville on a rainy Monday...

Good morning, Monday. Oh what a perfect day it is. To stay in bed and eat snacks and watch the telly. Oy. Ugly out there.

And as I hop to it in the office, I'm going on a bit of a New Order bender, because something about gloomy days and New Order is galactic.

Oh you know what else? Their album art. Peter Saville's brilliant design gets me every time. Here's a bit of visual inspiration for you design inclined types out there. SO GOOD.  Clean, beautiful, bold. More please.

And that's what's up this blue Monday in the 212. Yours in seeing something and sharing something.  Every second counts. XO

Maven muse: Cold weather's better when you channel Anita Pallenberg

Good morning, Friday. Oh happy day. I'm looking forward to taking in some art and craft this weekend- a Murakami show is at Gagosian and the Renegade Craft Fair is at the Metropolitan Building this weekend, so looks like I'll be a busy bee, in the best of ways.

But despite all the fun,  it's cold in New York and I for one am excited to swaddle up in all of my favorite fuzz and faux fur. It's time to get my rock and roll Game of Thrones gear together- Mother Nature is throwing down the gauntlet and I accept the challenge to stay warm.

I'm taking style cues (as should you) from one of my favorite muses, Anita Pallenberg, she of Brian Jones and Keith Richards old lady fame. I can't get enough of her- I of course always wear faux fur (as should you) and wanted to share some winter fashion inspiration for you- who's hotter yet cooler than her? Not a single person.

Cause that's what's up this furry Friday in the 212. Yours, in rock and roll wrap ups. XO

Maven recommends: Daruma-ya for a meal that centers

Good afternoon, Thursday.

If you, like me, are feeling a little freaked out, out of balance, off kilter, and generally on the brink, it is imperative that you follow my advice and go eat at Daruma-ya, a fantastic place a friend recommended for lunch right by where I'm freelancing in Tribeca. It's a discreet spot on a quiet part of Greenwich Street below Canal, but believe me it's worth the schlep from wherever you are.

Maybe you're a bit over the whole Izakaya thing, but I'm not and probably never will be. You all know Tokyo became my Mecca, and any time I can get food that feels authentic to that inspired city, I'm transformed. 

Oh and from what I just read in the WSJ in their review on the place, a daruma is a red papier mache doll that the Japanese use to fulfill wishes- you wish for something and color in one eye, and when the wish comes true you color in the other. Clearly, I went in today with one eye filled, and I was not disappointed.

What's great about traditional Japanese restos is the acute attention to detail- from the beauty of the presentation to the weird loungish version of "Emotional Rescue" playing on the sound system, and never too loud.  My friend ordered the beautiful cold soba  tempura, and I got the mackerel lunch, which was just the perfect piece of grilled fish with some rice and lovely tofu and kobachi. The meal was so elegant and so very perfect on this cloudy day. It as all very traditional and sober and relentlessly fantastic. Divine. I will surely be back, and you're welcome to join me.

Because although life can throw me off on an almost daily basis, I'm grateful that I get to live in a city where I can find so much amazing food, company, and attention to what matters- a simple meal to enjoy when everything else seems to be, well, weird as weird gets. A meal stripped of artifice and gimmicks is so incredibly grounding and centering. For now, I may not be able to fill in that other eye on that little doll in this thing called life, but I'm getting closer, and if the goal was to eat a lovely lunch, then consider both of them eyes dotted and crossed. I so value the simple pleasures.

It's lovely to discover new places in a city you think you know so well- it gives me hope that the best is always yet to come. Cause that's what's up this post lunch victory in my city. How wonderful to find a new favorite thing when you least expect it. Yours, in great taste and high hopes.  XO

http://www.darumaya-nyc.com/
428 Greenwich Street
NY NY 10013




On the list: Chanel, baby

Good afternoon, Wednesday. Khan and I are looking forward to chilling casa side tonight- I'm feeling chick flickish. David is still out of town and we need to be entertained, but in our PJs so going out is not an option.

Meanwhile, I saw Nasty Gal was pimping out some vintage Chanel today on their site. Truth be told- I'm not really the Nasty Gal customer but I do admire that bossy, scary lady who runs the show and rocks those bangs HARD. She seems like she knows what's up.

And although I'm not really a Chanel girl, I'm not mad at perusing things I would probably never buy, even if my big butt was on the cover of Paper magazine, all glistening, like a certain someone...anyway- Chanel. 

After seeing the usual chain bags and boucle and gingham, I saw this necklace. And I love this necklace. It's already sold and it's over a thousand bucks but one day, I will have this necklace, and that's that. I can't quit it. And I won't until it's mine. 

Just putting some positive, covet vibes out into the universe. If Kim K's big shiny ass can be all over Paper magazine, then I can dream about a Chanel necklace. Sure it's over the top. But I'm in the mood for that and would wear it with, oh, EVERYTHING. (In fact, it would go very well with chick flicks and pajamas and dates with my dog man. Just saying).

And that's what's up this shiny, happy Wednesday in the blinged out 212. Yours, in Chanel daydreams. XO