i've yet to ever actually create a summer playlist - i usually leave that daunting task to my roommate, mary. i have realized i mention her quite a great deal. the point is, she has highbrow taste in music, and well, i have terrible gay taste in music.
my music choices can vary, and sometimes, i like the occassional indie band. but throw on some whitney houston (RIP) or george michael and i'm dancing shamelessly in the living room with some really inappropriate hip thrusting.
but, if you are one of many to create a playlist, i would like to bring your attention to the following song, which i have dubbed THE SONG OF SUMMER 2012.
that opening guitar hook. that dance beat. your body will start to dance without your permission. it's physically impossible to not dance to this. kinda like, how it's impossible for me to not squeal like a girl when i see a dog of any kind.
so when you play this, understand you'll be on the dance floor making a scene. throw it down, just let it happen.
now, hit repeat. over and over again. and now, put this on your playlist and thank me later.
Showing posts with label culture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label culture. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
the world will be watching....
last weekend, i went back in time and became a tween. i know, i'm like 14 years past reasonable and plausible tween years, but get over it. the night started as so: around 10PM. i stopped at a bodega and procured the following: vanilla coca cola (i'm a dr pepper drinker, through and through, for the end of time, i should be buried with a pack. but once in a while, i crave a vanilla coke. it's not cheating. and, i never see it in nyc, so it's like a mini vacation for my mouth. but i always come home to my precious DP.), pockey, and harbo gummy bears. as a tween, i must stay on a strict tween diet. as a tween, one would assume a parental unit would take me to the theatre - instead, i have the MTA, and took the subway. i guess i can't always follow the tween life. and finally, i arrived at the theatre where i found my seat along all the other fans, ready to watch, grimace, and cheer as 24 tributes participated in the 74th annual hunger games.
mary kindly printed me her ticket (thanks! slash, i owe you a movie) and i waited with giddy anticipation for the BEST MOVIE OF OUR TIME. that's a little far, but the build-up for this thing has been tremendously well timed AND well thought out. if you don't believe me, take a look at this NYTimes article which is very interesting and discusses the marketing/advertising campaign for the movie. seriously, they did an amazing job and really intensified the whole thing for me - complete with a long roll-out, tease, campaign, etc. overall, the marketing reminded me of 'jaws', which is famous for not showing the shark for about 45 minutes into the movie. it's about the anticipation, and some people forget that. a lot of people forget that. but considering the source material, which is about strategy, while also playing to your people without giving too much away at first, the marketing team did an impeccable job of keeping everyone hungry (pun, not really intended) for more.
anyway, i attended the movie with valerie and brittany, who also joined me in being a tween. we talked about boys, we ate the snacks and gave dirty looks to the girls behind us. clearly, we were on the more popular end of the spectrum. and finally, the lights dimmed. the screen flickered and we were subjected to some of my most favorite things of a movie: the trailers.
long story short, the most important trailer we enjoyed was: TITANIC 3D. i mean, they really know their target demographic. well done, paramount. well done.
so, the movie. it. was. amazing. i loved it. i don't want to give too much away, since many might not have seen it (are you guys not on 'the hunger games' train? because, we've boarded and i'm sorry you can't come play with us at the capitol.). i have a few issues with the film, most notably the camera work, but i understand they were trying to put us in the moment, in katniss's shoes. they obviously had to change some things for flow and pace, and i accepted that.
the most interesting thing to note was the violence. the novel touched on the violence and described it in graphic detail, especially for a YA novel. a couple of reviews i've read stated how they felt the violence was too nice, that it was depicted in a way where a viewer wouldn't leave with a feeling of disgust or remorse; essentially saying the violence was weak for the viewer. i disagree. i found it humiliating, and gross and it bothered me. i'm not a complete girl for violence, and understand the need for it in a story. but the director and his team did an excellent job in showing the violence on screen without making it gratuitous. i mean, they did this for a couple of reasons: one, being the rating by the MPAA. the second (my opinion) is: how much violence is really necessary to tell a compelling and intriguing story for the masses? for those who have read the books, we understand there is violence in the book and will be in the movie. but we don't need to have a complete and exact translation of bloodshed from page to screen. further, these are children. these are school children who, in the context of the film, don't all want to be there (clearly, there are a few who relish in the games...). i'm sorry, but i don't need to have a lingering shot of a harpoon sticking through someone. i'm old enough to imagine the pain and gore that is associated with such a thing and the overall takeaway from the harpoon isn't that she died, but rather the sadness that comes from such an ending to a person.
gary ross and team did an excellent job in taking the most important aspects of the story, dialing it back a tad, and also changing the topic to not just violence, but to "how does violence affect the person committing/witnessing/watching the action."
at the same time, it's interesting to see a film tackle the aspects of violence as sport, while we currently live in an era where we try to fight violence being shown in the media. now, that's a thesis topic.
anyway, go see the movie. and may the odds be ever in your favor.
mary kindly printed me her ticket (thanks! slash, i owe you a movie) and i waited with giddy anticipation for the BEST MOVIE OF OUR TIME. that's a little far, but the build-up for this thing has been tremendously well timed AND well thought out. if you don't believe me, take a look at this NYTimes article which is very interesting and discusses the marketing/advertising campaign for the movie. seriously, they did an amazing job and really intensified the whole thing for me - complete with a long roll-out, tease, campaign, etc. overall, the marketing reminded me of 'jaws', which is famous for not showing the shark for about 45 minutes into the movie. it's about the anticipation, and some people forget that. a lot of people forget that. but considering the source material, which is about strategy, while also playing to your people without giving too much away at first, the marketing team did an impeccable job of keeping everyone hungry (pun, not really intended) for more.
anyway, i attended the movie with valerie and brittany, who also joined me in being a tween. we talked about boys, we ate the snacks and gave dirty looks to the girls behind us. clearly, we were on the more popular end of the spectrum. and finally, the lights dimmed. the screen flickered and we were subjected to some of my most favorite things of a movie: the trailers.
long story short, the most important trailer we enjoyed was: TITANIC 3D. i mean, they really know their target demographic. well done, paramount. well done.
so, the movie. it. was. amazing. i loved it. i don't want to give too much away, since many might not have seen it (are you guys not on 'the hunger games' train? because, we've boarded and i'm sorry you can't come play with us at the capitol.). i have a few issues with the film, most notably the camera work, but i understand they were trying to put us in the moment, in katniss's shoes. they obviously had to change some things for flow and pace, and i accepted that.
the most interesting thing to note was the violence. the novel touched on the violence and described it in graphic detail, especially for a YA novel. a couple of reviews i've read stated how they felt the violence was too nice, that it was depicted in a way where a viewer wouldn't leave with a feeling of disgust or remorse; essentially saying the violence was weak for the viewer. i disagree. i found it humiliating, and gross and it bothered me. i'm not a complete girl for violence, and understand the need for it in a story. but the director and his team did an excellent job in showing the violence on screen without making it gratuitous. i mean, they did this for a couple of reasons: one, being the rating by the MPAA. the second (my opinion) is: how much violence is really necessary to tell a compelling and intriguing story for the masses? for those who have read the books, we understand there is violence in the book and will be in the movie. but we don't need to have a complete and exact translation of bloodshed from page to screen. further, these are children. these are school children who, in the context of the film, don't all want to be there (clearly, there are a few who relish in the games...). i'm sorry, but i don't need to have a lingering shot of a harpoon sticking through someone. i'm old enough to imagine the pain and gore that is associated with such a thing and the overall takeaway from the harpoon isn't that she died, but rather the sadness that comes from such an ending to a person.
gary ross and team did an excellent job in taking the most important aspects of the story, dialing it back a tad, and also changing the topic to not just violence, but to "how does violence affect the person committing/witnessing/watching the action."
at the same time, it's interesting to see a film tackle the aspects of violence as sport, while we currently live in an era where we try to fight violence being shown in the media. now, that's a thesis topic.
anyway, go see the movie. and may the odds be ever in your favor.
Friday, April 22, 2011
a reflection. yikes.
earlier this week, i was able to take in a show that just began previews "the normal heart" which is, in an easy and simple way to explain, a play about the beginning of the AIDS epidemic. it's much more than that, a political play about the frustration so many gay people had in the early stages of HIV/AIDS and those who tried to take a stand, and others who wanted to fight with grace.
it moved me. really. and not because i am gay. but it did a few things for me.
1) i have no idea who i am. and i say this because i don't know my history as a gay person. do i want to know? maybe. but i've always been the person to never let my homosexuality define who i am. honestly, i feel that me being gay is the least interesting thing about me. and i feel that i have been successful in that endeavor since i decided to come out. i have so many other qualities that make me who i am. with that, i've never demanded people respect me, and i've never yelled at anyone because my rights are not equal or attacked them for the same reason. i'm a lover, not a fighter! but in seriousness, MLK and Ghandi did this (i think. you see, i'm not very good at things like history and geography and things that require concentration) - you have to fight with rational thinking and calmness. if rome wasn't built in a day, equal rights won't happen with vicious words or swinging of fists.
so when i say i don't know who i am, i've never had to fight like people before me had to fight. i wonder if they will write about that in the history books - like women's rights or the civil rights movement. what will ours be called? the rainbow riots? the fairy war? oh, i could go on and on. but it would be an interesting read.
2) it made me realize how lucky i am. i am lucky to have a group of friends and family who completely love and trust me and accept me for who i am. no questions. i don't know if that is because we have come so far, or because we all found each other, but i am so fortunate to not worry about having a brother say to me "you aren't my equal" or parents who would rather assume i am "unwell." but as i type that, my parents probably assume i've already joined a cult and wear only black and do poetry slams on thursdays. which is a lie, since i do them on wednesdays.
story: i remember coming out to my roommate freshman year, like the day we moved in with each other - mind you, we also went to the same high school - and he is pretty conservative and he honestly didn't care. it didn't change who i was, and it didn't change the time we had. overall, it was one of the most rewarding experiences i could have had at such a young and impressionable age. so thanks college for showing me no one cares that i am gay. and thanks for putting me in the most annoyingly positioned dorm on the entire planet.
3) i belong to a group of people that are creators, artists, friends, brothers, sisters, thinkers and believers. these people have lived lives that we still talk about today - whole books have been devoted to these people - and they have changed how we do things, how we live and how we look forward. we are a group of many who have risen and have loved the world, even when we were not loved.
i say this because we can all do great things. and i say this because this above group can be said about anyone - it isn't based on sexuality.
side note, how ridiculous would it be to preface anything with "gay" or "straight" before it. ie: "this is my straight taxi cab driver." or "have you met my gay chef who makes the best cornbread in the world?" or, "this is my lesbian softball coach." ok, not the last one. there sexuality has nothing to do with how they actually perform their profession. but it does provide some individuals with a window of opportunity at 3am after a good poetry slam when they have a little background (background can come up organically in conversation, like "do you like girls or guys?")
so soak that in. soaking it in? good. now, throw some glitter in the air like you just don't care and get ready for a good time.
peace, love, and springtime,
bri bri
it moved me. really. and not because i am gay. but it did a few things for me.
1) i have no idea who i am. and i say this because i don't know my history as a gay person. do i want to know? maybe. but i've always been the person to never let my homosexuality define who i am. honestly, i feel that me being gay is the least interesting thing about me. and i feel that i have been successful in that endeavor since i decided to come out. i have so many other qualities that make me who i am. with that, i've never demanded people respect me, and i've never yelled at anyone because my rights are not equal or attacked them for the same reason. i'm a lover, not a fighter! but in seriousness, MLK and Ghandi did this (i think. you see, i'm not very good at things like history and geography and things that require concentration) - you have to fight with rational thinking and calmness. if rome wasn't built in a day, equal rights won't happen with vicious words or swinging of fists.
so when i say i don't know who i am, i've never had to fight like people before me had to fight. i wonder if they will write about that in the history books - like women's rights or the civil rights movement. what will ours be called? the rainbow riots? the fairy war? oh, i could go on and on. but it would be an interesting read.
2) it made me realize how lucky i am. i am lucky to have a group of friends and family who completely love and trust me and accept me for who i am. no questions. i don't know if that is because we have come so far, or because we all found each other, but i am so fortunate to not worry about having a brother say to me "you aren't my equal" or parents who would rather assume i am "unwell." but as i type that, my parents probably assume i've already joined a cult and wear only black and do poetry slams on thursdays. which is a lie, since i do them on wednesdays.
story: i remember coming out to my roommate freshman year, like the day we moved in with each other - mind you, we also went to the same high school - and he is pretty conservative and he honestly didn't care. it didn't change who i was, and it didn't change the time we had. overall, it was one of the most rewarding experiences i could have had at such a young and impressionable age. so thanks college for showing me no one cares that i am gay. and thanks for putting me in the most annoyingly positioned dorm on the entire planet.
3) i belong to a group of people that are creators, artists, friends, brothers, sisters, thinkers and believers. these people have lived lives that we still talk about today - whole books have been devoted to these people - and they have changed how we do things, how we live and how we look forward. we are a group of many who have risen and have loved the world, even when we were not loved.
i say this because we can all do great things. and i say this because this above group can be said about anyone - it isn't based on sexuality.
side note, how ridiculous would it be to preface anything with "gay" or "straight" before it. ie: "this is my straight taxi cab driver." or "have you met my gay chef who makes the best cornbread in the world?" or, "this is my lesbian softball coach." ok, not the last one. there sexuality has nothing to do with how they actually perform their profession. but it does provide some individuals with a window of opportunity at 3am after a good poetry slam when they have a little background (background can come up organically in conversation, like "do you like girls or guys?")
so soak that in. soaking it in? good. now, throw some glitter in the air like you just don't care and get ready for a good time.
peace, love, and springtime,
bri bri
Monday, February 14, 2011
total eclipse of my heart
today, the entire color palate of red threw up on the world. and i'm not one to hate on valentine's day just because i'm single right now. nope, i'm not one of those people who bemoans it and then goes all martha (as in stewart) on the holiday when they are with someone. but i do think it's an overrated holiday and just an annoying waste of red.
beside, if i want chocolate, i will buy myself chocolate. i don't need a man to buy that for me. same thing with flowers. and diamonds...well, i won't get to hasty. if he wants to buy me diamond, gggguuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrlllllllllllllll, it better be cartier, in a red box and big enough to make me throw off security when i walk through JFK. so, maybe there is a reason to get behind the color red.
i digress. on the subway today, everyone had roses and balloons and stuffed bears. it was exhausting to watch. even when i was dating M, and during our time together, valentine's day came and i think i told him something along the lines of this:
me: can't we just order pizza or something and watch a movie?
it's not that i am unromantic. and it's not because i didn't care about him (i did and still do, and we still talk!) i just didn't want to celebrate our relationship with everyone else watching and doing the same.
side note, for valentine's day, i bought M this mr. potato head doll from the disney store that looked like donald duck because that was his favourite character and it meant something to him. see, that was much better than flowers. plus, i played with him. the duck, not him. this isn't a romance blog.
anyway, i don't really need one exclusive day to be all lovey dovey. you feel me? plus, if you really do care, and can't decide what cartier item would look best on me, or what burberry trench i need, then surprise me with something on any other day of the year with something that is really thoughtful and all about me.
like, cartier. all i want right now, is cartier.
PS, this is the worst constructed entry ever. but i'm far to lazy to actually edit.
beside, if i want chocolate, i will buy myself chocolate. i don't need a man to buy that for me. same thing with flowers. and diamonds...well, i won't get to hasty. if he wants to buy me diamond, gggguuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrlllllllllllllll, it better be cartier, in a red box and big enough to make me throw off security when i walk through JFK. so, maybe there is a reason to get behind the color red.
i digress. on the subway today, everyone had roses and balloons and stuffed bears. it was exhausting to watch. even when i was dating M, and during our time together, valentine's day came and i think i told him something along the lines of this:
me: can't we just order pizza or something and watch a movie?
it's not that i am unromantic. and it's not because i didn't care about him (i did and still do, and we still talk!) i just didn't want to celebrate our relationship with everyone else watching and doing the same.
side note, for valentine's day, i bought M this mr. potato head doll from the disney store that looked like donald duck because that was his favourite character and it meant something to him. see, that was much better than flowers. plus, i played with him. the duck, not him. this isn't a romance blog.
anyway, i don't really need one exclusive day to be all lovey dovey. you feel me? plus, if you really do care, and can't decide what cartier item would look best on me, or what burberry trench i need, then surprise me with something on any other day of the year with something that is really thoughtful and all about me.
like, cartier. all i want right now, is cartier.
PS, this is the worst constructed entry ever. but i'm far to lazy to actually edit.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
you know you love me
gossip girl has returned. and i love it. it's like, major fluff for your brain. it's deliciously styled (i wish i dressed like the cast on a regular basis, but i am lazy and don't have hours to lounge and get ready) and witty. but remember, you have to shut off your brain - you can't just watch it and expect truth - you have to watch it and stop all reason. one of the best parts of the show happens to be the 'New York Magazine' recap - which comes out every tuesday and the writers of the blog give points for things and take away points all based on plausibility. and trust me, the plot can be unbelievable at times, but also, like the best episodes of 'mean girls' ever (if said film was a television show/real life).
and the past two episodes have taken place in the publishing world, and of course, the writers are doing their best to make sure the world of anna wintour is insane! and crazy! and packed with running around like the world is about to end. insane and crazy and lots of running! like, 'creature from the black lagoon' mixed with every b-level horror movie where people have to run.
since the writers work in publishing (as do i for a short while longer) they can write and about the truth and lack thereof. and this truth rang true:
• Blair gets assigned ten things to do in the first hour she shows up at work? Ten things that Epperly helpfully typed out on a list? Since when are internships that organized? Our interns sit around on Twitter all day and are lucky if, at some point, someone happens to pass by and ask them to make a list of things Natalie Portman said this month that made her sound fat.
truth because our interns beg to pack boxes because they are le bored. and trust me, the world where i work is not full of people dressed for a runway show and on the verge of eating a post-it note. we are calm beings - for the most part. life is like that. real life. not television.
but it's television, and yes, it's fun to see a heightened version of my life. because in my mind at times, publishing is batshit crazy.
and the past two episodes have taken place in the publishing world, and of course, the writers are doing their best to make sure the world of anna wintour is insane! and crazy! and packed with running around like the world is about to end. insane and crazy and lots of running! like, 'creature from the black lagoon' mixed with every b-level horror movie where people have to run.
since the writers work in publishing (as do i for a short while longer) they can write and about the truth and lack thereof. and this truth rang true:
• Blair gets assigned ten things to do in the first hour she shows up at work? Ten things that Epperly helpfully typed out on a list? Since when are internships that organized? Our interns sit around on Twitter all day and are lucky if, at some point, someone happens to pass by and ask them to make a list of things Natalie Portman said this month that made her sound fat.
truth because our interns beg to pack boxes because they are le bored. and trust me, the world where i work is not full of people dressed for a runway show and on the verge of eating a post-it note. we are calm beings - for the most part. life is like that. real life. not television.
but it's television, and yes, it's fun to see a heightened version of my life. because in my mind at times, publishing is batshit crazy.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
fly away with me
as many of you know, i love film. to an insane degree. i love the advertising aspect of films, the joy of a friday night opening and of course, award season. each year, my whole five-year old self comes out to play and like a kid in the sand, i go nuts. i watch what everyone wears, i listen to their speeches and i approve or judge who won.
lately, i have wanted to have some changes - some shake-ups and surprises when the awards are handed out and even those who are nominated. while i am (sadly!) not a voting member of the academy, i hope the voting members are not easily swayed by the media and the "for your consideration" ads found in the trade magazines. meaning, i hope everyone allowed to vote actually watches the films that are nominated. ps, i would love to join the academy. it would be a dream come true. seriously.
so, this also makes me wonder why some people are nominated, while others are not. i don't know the whole nomination process (it's lengthy i've come to find out per my research) and it intrigues me that some people are not nominated though i often think they should be. examples would be this years documentary race, where the hilarious "joan rivers: a piece of work" and interesting "waiting for superman" were not nominated - even though both were critical darlings in the film community and general public.
another example (but there is a reason!) would be the costume design for darren aronofsky's "black swan." the dark film has costumes designed by kate and laura mulleavy - and i know most people will not know who those are. but the sisters are the creative duo behind the fashion line 'rodarte' which i hope many of you have heard of. if you have seen the film, you know the costumes are a major component of the film (as well as the score which gives it a nice off-key tone and the art direction) - the sisters handmade the ballet costumes and the crown. long story longer, they were not eligible by the academy.
and here is the reason: it's about getting credit where it is due. meaning, the sisters didn't negotiate being credited in the final cut of the film and only the official designer of the film will get the nomination. which hurts the sisters and the general costumers because sometimes, and "black swan" being an example, the costumes helped make the picture. and in my naive world, i feel they did the most work and helped give the film a feeling.
i wish they would take a play from the tonys, which awarded all three leads for "billy elliot" the tony for best actor. normally, the tonys nominate the individual who acted the part on opening night - but the organization overruled and it was for the better.
so any thoughts? any people you actually wished was (or have been) nominated that wasn't?
lately, i have wanted to have some changes - some shake-ups and surprises when the awards are handed out and even those who are nominated. while i am (sadly!) not a voting member of the academy, i hope the voting members are not easily swayed by the media and the "for your consideration" ads found in the trade magazines. meaning, i hope everyone allowed to vote actually watches the films that are nominated. ps, i would love to join the academy. it would be a dream come true. seriously.
so, this also makes me wonder why some people are nominated, while others are not. i don't know the whole nomination process (it's lengthy i've come to find out per my research) and it intrigues me that some people are not nominated though i often think they should be. examples would be this years documentary race, where the hilarious "joan rivers: a piece of work" and interesting "waiting for superman" were not nominated - even though both were critical darlings in the film community and general public.
another example (but there is a reason!) would be the costume design for darren aronofsky's "black swan." the dark film has costumes designed by kate and laura mulleavy - and i know most people will not know who those are. but the sisters are the creative duo behind the fashion line 'rodarte' which i hope many of you have heard of. if you have seen the film, you know the costumes are a major component of the film (as well as the score which gives it a nice off-key tone and the art direction) - the sisters handmade the ballet costumes and the crown. long story longer, they were not eligible by the academy.
and here is the reason: it's about getting credit where it is due. meaning, the sisters didn't negotiate being credited in the final cut of the film and only the official designer of the film will get the nomination. which hurts the sisters and the general costumers because sometimes, and "black swan" being an example, the costumes helped make the picture. and in my naive world, i feel they did the most work and helped give the film a feeling.
i wish they would take a play from the tonys, which awarded all three leads for "billy elliot" the tony for best actor. normally, the tonys nominate the individual who acted the part on opening night - but the organization overruled and it was for the better.
so any thoughts? any people you actually wished was (or have been) nominated that wasn't?
Saturday, September 11, 2010
mushing of the mind
for everyone not living in new york city, and those who believe fashion is about engrossing as the paving of a sidewalk, friday night marked the second annual "fashion's night out." basically, every major store in midtown - parts of madison avenue and fifth avenue - as well as the meatpacking district and soho had events. these events ranged from staying open past eight in the evening, to having full on open bars. i preferred the latter.
it's a great event which was the brain child of one, ms. anna wintour. and i am really content to see so many stores taking part. essentially, the goal was to get people to shop when the entire economy was in shambles, and it is still the goal. these stores have celeb appearances, champagne and little marketing ploys to get you in. for instance, gant had half naked models standing outside the store. abercrombie, eat your heart out. which reminds me to never walk by the abercrombie store on fifth because they are PUMPING their cologne/scent-of-preteen-children out into the open and it reeks.
so, gant, i love gant clothing. tres adore. michael bastian is currently designing the line - it's a mens line only - and he is just amazing. it's such great stuff! i suggest you check, check, check it out. like, right now. i'll wait.
anyway, most people go cray cray over celeb guests, or celeb appearances. or just a plain ole celeb sighting. just last post, i saw chelsea clinton and totally kept it together. i could have had a conversation with her and not even broken a sweat. what i am trying to say, celebs don't get to me. i never would turn into a bowl of soggy cheerios just because i was talking to chelsea clinton. however, jake gyllenhaal is a totally different matter though.
back to the main road, i find out that michael bastian is AT GANT! i have him sign my book. i get to take a picture with him. i turn into a soggy bowl of cheerios and can't say anything or relative intelligence. i look like a bumbling fool. i probably acted like a bumbling fool too. so now, i see celebs don't bother me. fashion designers though, i love. i. love.
overall, a very successful evening. i hope you are all able to come visit and enjoy the very fashionable night out.
ps, if i wasn't so freaking tired, i would go into more detail about the amount of weird clothing i saw, and how i think it could be better. maybe next post. au revoir.
it's a great event which was the brain child of one, ms. anna wintour. and i am really content to see so many stores taking part. essentially, the goal was to get people to shop when the entire economy was in shambles, and it is still the goal. these stores have celeb appearances, champagne and little marketing ploys to get you in. for instance, gant had half naked models standing outside the store. abercrombie, eat your heart out. which reminds me to never walk by the abercrombie store on fifth because they are PUMPING their cologne/scent-of-preteen-children out into the open and it reeks.
so, gant, i love gant clothing. tres adore. michael bastian is currently designing the line - it's a mens line only - and he is just amazing. it's such great stuff! i suggest you check, check, check it out. like, right now. i'll wait.
anyway, most people go cray cray over celeb guests, or celeb appearances. or just a plain ole celeb sighting. just last post, i saw chelsea clinton and totally kept it together. i could have had a conversation with her and not even broken a sweat. what i am trying to say, celebs don't get to me. i never would turn into a bowl of soggy cheerios just because i was talking to chelsea clinton. however, jake gyllenhaal is a totally different matter though.
back to the main road, i find out that michael bastian is AT GANT! i have him sign my book. i get to take a picture with him. i turn into a soggy bowl of cheerios and can't say anything or relative intelligence. i look like a bumbling fool. i probably acted like a bumbling fool too. so now, i see celebs don't bother me. fashion designers though, i love. i. love.
overall, a very successful evening. i hope you are all able to come visit and enjoy the very fashionable night out.
ps, if i wasn't so freaking tired, i would go into more detail about the amount of weird clothing i saw, and how i think it could be better. maybe next post. au revoir.
Friday, July 16, 2010
today is friday.
it's officially the middle of summer. maybe not officially, but i have deemed it as such because it is the middle of july.
to note: it's japan day in our cafeteria. but we won't eat there today. we being the minions of my company. no no, we will be heading to goodburger for a joyous friday meal. my goal is to eat a huge cow and have it soak up any lingering toxins from the debauchery of last night. which would be thursday night. for those who need help keeping up with dates and such (read: me).
i had a friend from home (the great state of texas) come in for a visit. but not to visit me personally, for an NYU immersion thing. so, we went to a gallery opening in chelsea. not so much an opening, but the premiere of the new collection. it was interesting, and there were a few pieces i enjoyed but not sure if i would purchase them. plus, they were photographs. and as a former photographer, i am intrigued by the ability for people to charge upwards of 15,000 bucks for a photograph. photography just interests me in the whole process.
for instance, it is such a manipulative artform. you are able to edit things by cropping and what not. i need to form my thought more clearly, but i hope you are able to see where i am going. and some things are just happy accidents. i don't know. i love some photographs and they really speak to me, but it's one of those things that i am wary of because it can be so molded. but i guess the other argument is all art can be manipulated as such. i should read more about this. and then present my findings in a better form.
and how interesting to have a huge series of pictures and then you just pick one. i want to know why they picked that particular one. the context. the reason. but you don't get that sometimes. i like to be informed. that's why i like smart people who are smart in an area (sean for tech, mary and co. for art, val for food) because they can inform me with these things.
we also went to nobu, an asian restaurant that is celeb worthy most of the time. i will say i didn't care for it. so when the mighty chef himself freaks out, i will say i have had better sushi at whole foods. there. i said it. block me.
my stomach is growling. must. eat.
to note: it's japan day in our cafeteria. but we won't eat there today. we being the minions of my company. no no, we will be heading to goodburger for a joyous friday meal. my goal is to eat a huge cow and have it soak up any lingering toxins from the debauchery of last night. which would be thursday night. for those who need help keeping up with dates and such (read: me).
i had a friend from home (the great state of texas) come in for a visit. but not to visit me personally, for an NYU immersion thing. so, we went to a gallery opening in chelsea. not so much an opening, but the premiere of the new collection. it was interesting, and there were a few pieces i enjoyed but not sure if i would purchase them. plus, they were photographs. and as a former photographer, i am intrigued by the ability for people to charge upwards of 15,000 bucks for a photograph. photography just interests me in the whole process.
for instance, it is such a manipulative artform. you are able to edit things by cropping and what not. i need to form my thought more clearly, but i hope you are able to see where i am going. and some things are just happy accidents. i don't know. i love some photographs and they really speak to me, but it's one of those things that i am wary of because it can be so molded. but i guess the other argument is all art can be manipulated as such. i should read more about this. and then present my findings in a better form.
and how interesting to have a huge series of pictures and then you just pick one. i want to know why they picked that particular one. the context. the reason. but you don't get that sometimes. i like to be informed. that's why i like smart people who are smart in an area (sean for tech, mary and co. for art, val for food) because they can inform me with these things.
we also went to nobu, an asian restaurant that is celeb worthy most of the time. i will say i didn't care for it. so when the mighty chef himself freaks out, i will say i have had better sushi at whole foods. there. i said it. block me.
my stomach is growling. must. eat.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
something more.
last night, i was able to see "33 variations", a play starring jane fonda. it closes today, thursday, so i was pretty lucky to see it. plus she was nominated for a tony for best actress, and COME ON! it's jane freakin' fonda.
the show itself was wonderful. not exactly what i was expecting, which isn't a bad thing. most of the actors were excellent - colin hanks is also in it, and i really like him. there are some parts where he sounds just like his dad. i mean, i was wondering if it was indeed mr. tom hanks himself.
today, i received my business cards! which means, i am a real adult. well, not really. but i have cards to hand out to anyone and everyone. i am quite excited.
i have also started a new diet. which isn't like, "new" according to some magazine or televisions how. but it's new to my and my stomach. i have started shopping at whole foods a lot more, and started eating in. while most will say "whole foods is so expensive! how can you afford that?!" i will say:
"well, living in new york, everything is expensive. so for me, there really isn't a price difference on it compared to shopping at the same ole grocery store"
i have been eating tons of fruits (pineapple is my favorite so far. but i love strawberries, and always will), and have switched to organic milk, which doesn't make my stomach make these weird digestive sounds.
i can tell my skin is a little better, and i haven't really gained weight, nor lost it. but i feel much better and brighter, which i feel is a major plus.
the only thing i need to work on is my ability to get up in the morning and run.
the show itself was wonderful. not exactly what i was expecting, which isn't a bad thing. most of the actors were excellent - colin hanks is also in it, and i really like him. there are some parts where he sounds just like his dad. i mean, i was wondering if it was indeed mr. tom hanks himself.
today, i received my business cards! which means, i am a real adult. well, not really. but i have cards to hand out to anyone and everyone. i am quite excited.
i have also started a new diet. which isn't like, "new" according to some magazine or televisions how. but it's new to my and my stomach. i have started shopping at whole foods a lot more, and started eating in. while most will say "whole foods is so expensive! how can you afford that?!" i will say:
"well, living in new york, everything is expensive. so for me, there really isn't a price difference on it compared to shopping at the same ole grocery store"
i have been eating tons of fruits (pineapple is my favorite so far. but i love strawberries, and always will), and have switched to organic milk, which doesn't make my stomach make these weird digestive sounds.
i can tell my skin is a little better, and i haven't really gained weight, nor lost it. but i feel much better and brighter, which i feel is a major plus.
the only thing i need to work on is my ability to get up in the morning and run.
Friday, April 17, 2009
culture.
living in new york, i am afforded many opportunities to be cultured. and i am beginning to take up the city's offer now that the weather is beginning to not suck and i actually have the funds to do things involving money.
last weekend, my wonderful and future roommate, emily, invited me to see a musical which just opened up on broadway: 'next to normal'. it blew my mind. honestly, you can't really go wrong with any show on broadway because it is a guaranteed good time. plus, i'm gay so anything that involves choreography, music and flashing lights makes me giddy with excitement.
the music is phenomenal. the actors were all believable. and it helped not knowing what i was getting myself into because there are a few twists and turns along the way. which work. ask emily - i gasped when things were revealed. and while i didn't cry - the straight/frat guy in me is able to maintain some composure - i was THISCLOSE to crying.
so, go see the show. you will love it too. and invite me.
last night, i went to see 'valentino: the last emporeror'. this too was amazing. now, if you don't live in new york, or attend major film festivals, i doubt this will come to a theatre near you. but if it does, go see it.
it's not a 'devil wears prada' type of movie. it's a documentary. and it's wonderful. i love clothes, and fashion and it was breathtaking to see how he worked, and how his team of seamstresses worked as well. everything is by hand! i was so shocked. and it made me appreciate clothing, and the art of designing so much more.
plus, he's a cute old man. even if he does look a little crispy for my taste.
so there is a quick wrap-up of my week in culture.
last weekend, my wonderful and future roommate, emily, invited me to see a musical which just opened up on broadway: 'next to normal'. it blew my mind. honestly, you can't really go wrong with any show on broadway because it is a guaranteed good time. plus, i'm gay so anything that involves choreography, music and flashing lights makes me giddy with excitement.
the music is phenomenal. the actors were all believable. and it helped not knowing what i was getting myself into because there are a few twists and turns along the way. which work. ask emily - i gasped when things were revealed. and while i didn't cry - the straight/frat guy in me is able to maintain some composure - i was THISCLOSE to crying.
so, go see the show. you will love it too. and invite me.
last night, i went to see 'valentino: the last emporeror'. this too was amazing. now, if you don't live in new york, or attend major film festivals, i doubt this will come to a theatre near you. but if it does, go see it.
it's not a 'devil wears prada' type of movie. it's a documentary. and it's wonderful. i love clothes, and fashion and it was breathtaking to see how he worked, and how his team of seamstresses worked as well. everything is by hand! i was so shocked. and it made me appreciate clothing, and the art of designing so much more.
plus, he's a cute old man. even if he does look a little crispy for my taste.
so there is a quick wrap-up of my week in culture.
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