Oooo girl, you gon' get it!

Political subversities...do it.  Go if you're in New York, watch their videos if you're not.  I'll guarantee you, it's a damn good time, and informative!  Trust me, you'll laugh so hard at the most inappropriate things...and it's okay!

This is a rather late post, but I was honored with the task of "dressing" these delightful comedians.  My new clothing line fashioned from newspaper.  By far the most fun and funniest shoot I've been on.

GO! POLITICAL SUBVERSITIES, GO!

photo by Sasha Arutyunova

Je suis presque-tarienne.

A couple weeks ago, I helped a friend do hair and make-up for a shoot.  My first gig as hair and make-up girl, but the thought getting to be in a below 40 meat locker somehow intrigued me.  So wake up at the butt-crack of dawn in order to get three models pretty and ready to shoot by 7am.  FDA only allowed us to be at this said meat locker in the boonies of the Bronx until 11, so it was a wham bam thank you ma'am and back into the city before lunch.

We're shooting a guy nicknamed "the Femur" hence the slabs of dead cow on meat hooks.  Lovely scantily clad ladies to create a very macho result.  Butcher knives and chainsaws included.

Things I learned from this shoot:

1.  I can do make-up and hair for three girls in about an hour and a half.

2.  The cold doesn't do anything to make-up except make noses red and lips a little quivery.

3.  Meat in a fridge, no matter how large (the meat or the fridge), doesn't really smell.

4.  However, trails of meat outside in the baking sun smells like death threw up on a bonfire.

5.  Don't make a girl kneeling on the concrete floor of a giant refrigerator in a mini dress carry a 30 lb cow leg.

Bon appétit!

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End of summer...

As we near the end here in the smoldering New York city, I would like to point out that just because the calendar says September, it doesn't mean the fall clothes are allowed to happen.  Because it's still hot as fuck.

I like making lists and it's just the best way my brain works.

Obvious things not to wear from May to mid-September:
1. Boots higher than your ankles.  It's about an average of 80 degrees girls, being sweaty and sticky in leather knee high boots with your booty shorts...not sexy.  Cowboy boots included unless you actually ride.
2. Scarves of any sort.  There is no need for that, it's humid.  Sweaty neck isn't sexy either.
3. Leggings...aren't pants.  You can't throw a t-shirt on and call it an outfit.  I see your girly parts and I don't want to.  Also sweat inducing.  Come on people!
4. Knit caps.  Duh.
5. Head to toe black.  You have all winter to do that, liven up.  And lay off the leather.  leather=sweat

Yeah, I just called out Rihanna.

Bonne journée!

RECHERCHE: Hip-Hop/Bianca Jagger

I'm interning for a stylist right now, we'll call him Worthington (just in case for some reason I'm not supposed to be doing this on the interwebs).  A little research project for some future shoots...

Big Sean

Donnis

Kid Cudi

Miguel

//

Mick&Bianca Jagger

Conclusion:

1. Rappers have gotten skinnier, but still can't and won't be separated from baggy clothes.

2. I found Christina Milian, she's with The Dream.

3. Bianca Jagger was the shit.  70's glamour and drama.  Check out them brows.  Them jawlines.

Things I've learned:

1. All you men out there, don't be afraid to wear some (subtle) bling and COLOR.  Screams confidence.

2. And all the girls, let your outfit be the focus from time to time, make a statement with your look and not your war paint or your hair.  Also, invest in some headgear, a flashy turban is great way to hide a bad hair day under something super glam.

Bon après-midi!

Blackberry summer.

PUBLICITÉ: The Kooples.

Cute couples are even cuter when they match.  Having a similar aesthetics in a wardrobe makes a couple look stronger and more connected (we're not talking matching terry jumpsuits here).  Welcome the genius that is The Kooples.

Yes, I'm on a French roll...

The Kooples, barely a couple years old.  A baby, but a major fashion staple for the bobo's of Paris.  You may say hipster, but with that perfect tailoring, it's Parisian hipster.  An ad campaign that hasn't gotten old yet—a series of simple interviews with couples, decked out in Kooples—it's simply cool, c'est cool, that's all.  Just accept it, and buy yourself sexily tailored oxford shirt the next time you're in Paris.

les ailes.

Pastry chef Andy again.

Fresh rainy day start.

Purging the closet has only resulted in getting rid of several pairs of Abby Dawn jeans and a handful of dresses.  Baby steps.  What can I say, it's a very thoroughly tailored collection, curated since middle school. I go by 5 very simple rules.

Toss:
1. Anything that doesn't fit correctly. Meaning all the baggy men's clothes that doesn't help your figure.  Oversized anything isn't bohemian chic or Mary-Kate.  Same goes for too tight, you can always loose the weight, but if that means the rest of the closet is jeopardized for that one pair of skinny jeans...not worth it.
2. Clothes that are uncomfortable, itchy, scratchy, pinching...causing general uneasiness...
3. Unless it's a T-shirt or a nostalgic jersey or camp shirt, anything with large graphics or logos or words.
4. If it still has a tag on it, return it, and if you haven't worn something since you put it on in the dressing room 1 year ago, give it away...
5. That shirt you love so much but is stained, ruined, ripped, torn, accidentally dyed beyond repair.

Now onto less frustrating and depressing matters...

Beautiful rainy weather, nostalgic for Paris of course.  Effortless is always the word that comes up first when I think of french women.  Rainy days are their best dressed days.  And what's more french than a classic trench?

Unfortunately, still new to this style blogging business and having the worst time finding pictures.  Le sigh.  So here is one trench and we'll pretend it's in Paris.

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à la fraise.

Beautifully created by Andy Jajja

Dear burger.

Salad:

-Boiled yellow beets

-blue cheese crumbles

-hazelnuts

-vinaigrette

Burger:

-venison

-garlic

-shallots

-thyme

-cinnamon

-salt&peppa

-cayenne

(really just spice the shit out of venison)

Garnishes:

-grilled yellow squash

-thinly sliced red pepper

-chipotle mayo (mayo, cayenne, anaheim chili pepper, lemon, salt, pepper)

A lot of ingredients, but super simple to make...no measurements necessary.

Don't forget the sweet brioche buns!

P.S. I'm only posting recipes if someone requests them...because I'm lazy.

Picnic.

Crisp mint leaves
float in soft
clinks of ice
tea.  A bright red
raspberry brew.

The perfect compliment
to perfectly triangular
minty green cucumber
sandwiches.

Tart and tacky
citrus tartlets
tickle our tongues
our cheek-backs
aching from
pinching sour.

Aching sour
pinching our
cheeks back.

Olive oil salsa.

à la grecque.

Escargo.

Terrine.

Vesper green.

I sigh at

the thought

of parting

with the red

brick and blue

pen marked

fingers.

The stains on the carpet need

some retouching. The dust mites

will thank us for our small offering.

The lampshade shouldn’t spend

all afternoon whistling.

I can never

get it hot

enough

to warm my

belly

after ice

cream sandwiches.

A handful of minibar bottles

scattered about the mailbox, jellyfish

bodies dragged across five avenue blocks from the elevator to the leafy door.

You ran in, in

here, engine stifling

ill-turning lips. Seismic

spoon activity disrupts

the surface of

the crème brûlée burnt and

bitter, crystals

dwell

between my teeth. Polishing

them with tender

melancholy eddies.