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02.28.12: Mini, Mini, Mini…..

Petit, petit, petit
Tout est mini dans notre vie
Mini-moke et mini-jupe
Mini-moche et lilliput
Il est mini Docteur Schweitzer
Mini mini ça manque d’air
Mini-jupe et mini-moque
Miniature de quoi j’me moque
Ministère et terminus
Minimum et minibus

Friday I was sent this video, because Kate knew that I might just get addicted to it and she was, right. The video portrays a dancing Jacques Dutronc singing to the beautiful Francois Hardy another of my fashion icons) as she is wearing mini skirts of all times.

The Mini Skirt/dress.

A fashion that I had gained as a young girl, yes, wearing little tunics with leggings and then growing up to adore the style as I happen to love showing off my legs(ha!). I love the balance of a mini mod skirt with a high neckline. Modest, yet…sexy. It is an exquisite fashion piece as it helps to lengthen petite girls legs and of course, need I say? Helps to make tall girls have even lengthier legs. (I guess I am somewhere in between!)…

Here is a little bit of history on the mini’s that I have grown so fond of wearing myself:

Mary Quant ran a popular clothes shop in Kings Road, Chelsea, London, called Bazaar, from which she sold her own designs. In the late 1950s she began experimenting with shorter skirts, culminating in the creation of the miniskirt in 1964—one of the defining fashions of the decade.[2][3] Quant named the miniskirt after her favourite make of car, the Mini.

Owing to Quant’s position in the heart of fashionable “Swinging London“, the miniskirt was able to spread beyond a simple street fashion into a major international trend. The style came into prominence when Jean Shrimpton wore a short white shift dress, made by Colin Rolfe, on 30 October 1965 at Derby Day, first day of the annual Melbourne Cup Carnival in Australia, where it caused a sensation. According to Shrimpton, who claimed that the brevity of the skirt was due mainly to Rolfe’s having insufficient material, the ensuing controversy was as much as anything to do with her having dispensed with a hat and gloves, seen as the essential accessories in such conservative society.

Petit, petit, petit
Tout est mini dans notre vie
Mini-moke et mini-jupe
Mini-moche et lilliput
Il est mini Docteur Schweitzer
Mini mini ça manque d’air
Mini, mini, mini
Mini, mini, mini, mini

As you may have noticed: most of my wardrobe is adorned with skirts and dresses well above the knee. J’adore mini’s!

Friday.

Friday night was the Masquerade for NYCLASS and Vérité Catering , the catering company I work for occasionally had wanted to be the host of this event. We provided food, entertainment (especially when Lizzie and I got up to sing while David K. played the Piano!) and some music. The food was out of this world. I will post pictures once they come in and write a blog post on the evening..mmm mm.

Saturday.

After the late night at the Masquerade I decided that I would relax, catch up on writing a song or two and go out to dinner with my roommate, Jacquelyn. We ended up going back to Marmonide, as it has become one of my favorite Brooklyn restaurants. Target was our next stop where we both spent more than we, well planned. I ended up with quite a few cute knee socks and a scarf and a few other items I happen to love…I love Target(pronounced Tar-Jay). My friend Jodie from Sun in Bloom, another favorite spot in Brooklyn to eat asked me to stop by as we all miss one another!

I also ended up watching a few different French movies from the 60s including one of my favorites of course…with Anna Karina <3.

Sunday.

I woke up to some lovely music from the soundtrack of Amélie, picking out a simple yet very 60’s mod look with a scarf and my vintage Dior blazer and of course, my favorite yellow mini.

Je suis tres belle les 60s!

During the day I decided I would go to Park Slope, do a bit of shopping and go to my favorite brunch spot, Sun in Bloom and say hello to my friends….

I arrived there, ordered a Gluten Free Brunch Tarte..that has tempeh “Bacon”…mmm!

Delicious!!

And was pleasantly surprised with a free cookie as my friends there know I LOVE them!:

Happiness in a single gluten-free bite.

After having a long brunch and meeting some new friends as I sat down and enjoyed every last bite, I decided I would stroll on over to Beacon’s Closet. This just so happens to maybe be one of my constant “mistakes” because every time I go into that “thrift” store, I end up purchasing more than I asked for.

I walked in and automatically noticed a 60’s small cape and just as I was approaching it, a beautiful older lady grabbed onto it, I lowered my head in shame but watched with a smile as she tried it on and told her how beautiful it was. She turned to me, said I think this would suit your style a bit more and asked me to try it on. Need I even mention that within seconds it was mine and I wasn’t letting it go? I ended up going through each and every item in the store: tried on several dresses, skirts, shoes & shirts. I giggled with the retail assistants and ended up making a new friend along the way who shares the same size as me and she said I can go to her place and pick through what she is trying to sell, as well. I ended up buying the cape, mini mod red dress (picture to be posted for Tuesday), a red cardigan(Monday) & a 60s nautical maxi skirt with boats all over it if I passed that up I would be insane.

After shopping, I went to Sip, bought a bottle of Riesling Organic wine and hopped the train to Robyn & Bryan’s for their Oscar Party.

Fun indeed was had by all as we watched the Oscars, made jokes & Bryan ended up turning me into a zombie using his iPhone app. We noshed on gluten-free dips (Robyn’s Artichoke/Spinach dip mm!) and Herbal Popcorn from Little Lad’s, Jessica’s gluten-free Donut holes and kale chips…again, I love hanging with my friends. And I ended up sipping plenty of wine and another friend of ours showed up with mamosas….what a night. Oh, and did I like any Oscar dresses on the red carpet? Only one and I forgot who wore it.

Monday.

I told myself I will never drink again (yeah right). And chose my outfit carefully…feeling confident I decided I would wear what happens to be my favorite color: red.

Paris, anyone? Vintage red cardigan (Beacon's Closet) School girl short skirt(vintage), Designer Nautical striped shirt (gift from Carol!)

After work, I ended up back in Cobble Hill shopping, stopping at Robyn’s to pick up my glasses that I had forgotten the night before and running to my brother & sister in-law’s apartment to relax and have dinner. I love spending time with them and seeing how much my brother’s apartment has changed since I was his roommate for a long while about 3 years ago and before that. Did I mention how much I adore Cobble Hill? There are some great restaurants & bars, especially 61 Local that has Kombucha on tap (Kombucha is my favorite non-alcoholic drink, by the way!) and many local beers and wines to choose from. The neighborhood is just lovely to stroll through especially in the summer when there are plenty of stoop sales.  I had lived there on and off since 2003 and though it never did lose its charm or change, I never lost my adoration for this lovely part of Brooklyn.  And, my brother is adopting one of our foster kittens! Miss little Rumbles!

Tuesday.

This morning I got up and chose another simple mod mini dress, the one I purchased on Sunday at Beacons Closet and knowing damn well that red’s my power color: it instantly perked my day up.

Passion. Vintage 60s mod dress: vintage necklaces & bangles.

Red is strength & I have quite a bit of it. 🙂

Moi je préfère les maxis
Maxi-moke et maxi-jupe
Maxi-moche et maxi-pute
Il est maxi Docteur Schweitzer
Maxi maxi ça respire l’air
Maxitère et termaxus
Maximum et maxibus
Maxistère et termaxus
Maximum et maxibus
Maxistère et termaxus…

Mini, Mini, Mini……..

02.24.12: I’ll be there for you….

So no one told you life was going to be this way.
Your job’s a joke, you’re broke, you’re love life’s DOA.
It’s like you’re always stuck in second gear,
Well, it hasn’t been your day, your week, your month,
or even your year.
The Friends theme song, yes, that’s right! I actually always have loved this song, as well as the show and of course, my friends.
Last night.
After work, I decided I would take a nice walk to the East Village and run some errands before popping into the monthly vegan event, Vegan Drinks, which occurs every last Thursday of every month at the Angels & Kings bar in Manhattan.
Errands such as stopping into the Yippie Museum Cafe just off of the Bowery where I am on the board of directors there and checking up on things and grabbing a cup of coffee while I am there.  One of the things i love most about the place is we have carry quite a bit of Vegan Treats and savory items as well as we have over 30 different teas and some delicious local coffee.
On the other hand, the greatest thing about entering this cafe is the memories that come with it: I grew up there. I have watched the cafe transform from an office to a loft (there are apartments upstairs) to an activist headquarters for demonstrations(well it always was…) while I was a young toddler hanging at the reception area in the front drawing on the metal framed desk:

3 years old....

Or having my birthdays there. And now a lovely cafe with open mic’s and events nightly.

I had grown up watching the neighborhood change from the artistic and gritty NYC abstract to the vanilla wafer (shiny) neighborhood it is now….I miss how it was when I’d sit atop the roof of the historical 3 story building watching the artists & usually junkies walk by below me.

I walked on in last night briskly looking for the managers to find out the date of our next meeting and looked around at the different types of people siting down at their laptops or having some tea & coffee with their friends and relaxing. Usually when I walk in, a scene starts of “Hey, you’re Aron’s daughter” and of course that happened. I actually go there to check up on how I can contribute to the cafe and brainstorm….

But this time, I was speaking with the barista about how I think we should add Almond Milk & some more gluten-free treats (of course so I can come in and have a few!), when an eloquent young lady approached me about a photo project entitled: Hold The Vote.

Hold the Vote is a project where random people are asked one question and they write their answer under “I hold the vote:”, basically if the President could address one issue that you feel that he doesn’t address enough, what would it be? I thought about this for a moment before answering with Animal Rights. He does not address animal’s rights as much as he should, if he even does at all.

“I hold the vote. I would like ALL living beings to have rights. Animals should have a voice! END FACTORY FARMS!” ended up being what I quickly scribbled down in my awkward handwriting and took a few snapshots for the project.

Photo taken at the Yippie Museum Cafe.

After that, a man approached me after overhearing who my father was, and asked me to sit down and have a short interview with him and speak about a project he is working on for OWS in which he wants people to occupy the park from 12-2pm  everyday. I explained that I am part of The “Food Justice Affinity Group” and that our goal is to do more outreach in the outer boroughs and bring vegan food to the communities and Occupy Wall Street. He explained that his idea was to serve food, as well and that he only serves vegan food.  I thanked him and continued on my way to Vegan Drinks.

49th Vegan Drinks.

But, I’ll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour.
I’ll be there for you, like I’ve been there before.
I’ll be there for you, cause you’re there for me too.
I love walking into Angels & Kings for Vegan Drinks and seeing and then hugging some of my closest friends. I walk around the room, kissing cheeks, hugging, giving high fives and we all have those kind of pleasant catch up-conversations from whatever we have been up to for the past month, that is of course if we hadn’t seen each other at an event in the past week or so. The DJ played some good tunes and sometimes some of us get into it and sway to the music a bit while still chatting with drinks in hand. It seemed like most of my friends were drinking local beers, but of course the bartender, the only one I trust gave me some whiskey and I was feeling pretty freaking good.
At about 8:30, we turn the lights up and start shout outs where activists can get up and explain an event coming up, a demonstration and or speak about the project they are working on or the sanctuary (like I do) that you volunteer for. Last night I ended up actually having 4 announcements but Deb, (who is one of the founders of Vegan Drinks along with Jason) said she would speak about the upcoming event for the Lotus Animal Sanctuary  which will be held at the next Vegan Drinks in a month.
I was there to speak on behalf of:
Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary and the fact that we are opening on April 1st and request to have more volunteers up there before opening day so as to get prepared!
& of course, the Masquerade that will take place tonight to Benefit NYCLASS  and hosted by Vérité Catering. Tickets are still on sale & masks are permitted! 🙂
After that I spoke to a few activists regarding the news, listened for more upcoming events like the Vegetarian Food Festival which is happening next weekend and I will be tabling for at the PETA Booth.
Since I had promised myself I would have Lula’s Sweet Apothecary last night, I ended up inviting quite a few of my friends to join me in this ever-so-tasty activity and we all walked excitedly there in a rush, though they stay open till 11:30 at night on Thursday, Friday’s & Saturday’s. My favorite thing to do there is taste every gluten-free flavor they have but I noticed that there was a new one: Chocolate Cherry! What did I end up having? A Chocolate Cherry Sundae with Coconut Whip cream and a cherry!  It was delicious, to say the least. And as it turns out, it just so happens to be my friend Damon’s birthday so Lula’s was the perfect choice….

Friends over vegan Ice cream...

After that some of us ended up at Viva Herbal Pizza for a late dinner (I ordered the vegan gluten free slice with spinach!), yes, for as healthy as we can all be: we ended up eating desert first and then dinner…needless to say, I did end up with a stomach ache all night but it was worth it.

Today…
You’re still in bed at ten, the work began at eight.
You’ve burned your breakfast, so far, things are going great.
Your mother warned you there’d be days like these,
But she didn’t tell you when the world has brought you down to your knees …
I woke up this morning with a slight stomach ache, still but already had exactly what i was wearing in mind as I went shopping a week ago at Hamlet’s Vintage for my dress. Listened to some music as I got ready for work and realized today might just be gloomy but I have things to look forward and friends to hug….
No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me.
Seems like you’re the only one who knows what it’s like to be me.
Someone to face the day with, make it through all the rest with,
Someone I’ll always laugh with, even at my worst, I’m best with you.
I will not be posting what I am wearing because tonight is the Masquerade and that would give away the surprise!
Yes, I have carried my mask to work, no I am not wearing it and I am all set for some fun as we benefit a cause so important to New York City: Stop Horse Carriages!
There will be prizes and costume contests and dancing and joy as we ring in Mardi Gras. Please purchase tickets and mention my name as it is for a good cause.
Hopefully my weekend turns out as beautiful as it has been recently….
Happy Friday! and I’ll be there for you….

02.23.12: Belles! Belles! Belles! The beautiful twisting in the snow….

Belles! Belles! Belles!
Un jour mon pre me dit : fiston, j’te vois sortir le soir
A ton ge, il y a des choses qu’un garon doit savoir
Les filles, tu sais, mfie-toi, c’est pas c’que tu crois….

One of my new favorite French songs thanks to my mod-la-chat Kate! Merci! I put the YouTube video on as I got ready for work and it instantly cheered my morning up just by how retro and fun this video is. I tossed clothes around, figured out my makeup for the day and sang in French to myself as I ended up choosing this comfy 70s sweater dress that I bought at Odd Twin in Brooklyn, another one of my favorite vintage stops.

Late 60s/early 70s sweater dress. Vintage Sea Foam Green/blue necklace. Antique Aries Bracelet. The beautiful twisting in the snow...

Elles sont toutes
Belles, belles, belles comme le jour
Belles, belles, belles comme l’amour
Elles te rendront fou de joie
Fou de douleur, mais crois-moi plus fou
D’elles, d’elles, d’elles de jour en jour ….

Kate and I went to see our friend Dan play a relaxed show at Kim’s video last night and then went on to eating dinner at Pukk with her friend (and my new friend!) Brett. Pukk is great because it’s a vegan/vegetarian Thai place that is well, set within a reasonable price range. Being as it may and how Kate and I always emphasize the ideas of travel and exploration and of course, the 60s era…I went home thinking and…

Last night as I lay in my bed at about 11 at night I began to fantasize about getting away for a weekend somewhere soon.

I know that around my birthday plenty of my close friends are planning on going up to Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary with me because I go up there annually during the weekend before or after.  My birthday isn’t for another 2 months and I can be a bit impatient. I need to get away before that to refresh my spirit….

I am breaking, in two really on behalf of my need for freedom from the restraints of the cities limits and the fact that I am pretty damn good at keeping busy, it’s actually what I do best but then there are those time’s where I want to run…into the sweet embrace of not knowing what may come next!

So I end up watching video’s  like these that have girls clad in 60s swing coats and dresses. Let’s sway…

(I enjoy these videos all the time!)

I love the philosophy about this song: it’s just so freaking 60s and fun.  Ah, J’adore Claude Francois!

Ah, I need some sort of refresher. I need to wake up feeling the morning’s sweet dew on my skin and breathe in the fresh air of nature. I am craving to hear the soothing sound of a cricket chirp…that would be just lovely. How about the sweet sound of birds chirping (isn’t it spring yet?) as I slowly open my eyes from a sweet slumber? That would surely set me off into a spiral of delight.

Et puis des filles de plus en plus tu vas en rencontrer
Peut-tre mme qu’un soir tu oublieras d’rentrer
Plus t’en verras, plus t’en auras, et plus tu comprendras
Dans ces moments, tu te souviendras que ton vieux pre disait

So,…where should I go? What should I see? Any ideas?

I want to get lost and twirl in the forest dressed in mod and let fate take me into it’s arms…

Elles sont toutes
Belles, belles, belles comme le jour
Belles, belles, belles comme l’amour
Elles te rendront fou de joie
Fou de douleur, mais crois-moi plus fou
D’elles, d’elles, d’elles de jour en jour

But first I am guaranteeing a luxurious taste of sweet vegan ice cream from Lula’s Sweet Apothecary (anyone up to join me?) on this beautiful day in New York City and a nice leisurely walk to Organic Avenue for Lunch because for today will be treated like my first and yesterday was the last day of my life…..as I take in the sweet taste of spring in the air.

And I will end this post on:

““I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it’s the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It’s probably the most important thing in a person.” – Audrey Hepburn.

So, let me laugh…swing and sway to my 60s French music for today, Je suis les chat. (I am the cat).

And today, I just read this great article entitled “Mod Math” from my friend, Dan Mim’s website, Cllctv.  Check it out…:)

Meow.

P.S.  I love this picture of my father that I have never seen before, a true flower child!

❤ the 60s!

02.22.12: Champagne Supernova….

The first song of the day on my iPod brought me back to the year 1994….

Wetlands....

And it all began then at the famed New York City venue Wetlands where a new Britpop band entered the stage and the first riff’s blared out of the amps and right into the hearts of many, including me….

Oasis has come to America….

How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?
Where were you while we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannon ball
Where were you while we were getting high?

 

So I am electric, I live in a Champagne Supernova…and my life has changed dramatically since 1994, of course. When I first heard of Oasis at Wetlands, one of my favorite concert venues that I grew up going to almost weekly since I was a wee little girl.

I still remember the old van set up with merchandise to the right of the bar that I;d hang out for hours at while I drew and or collected band stickers and the long bar where my father would usually order a screw driver and take a sip and walk away leaving me questionably sniffing at it. The small stage to the right and the bleacher type arena (but not as big) seating and my family friend, David Nolan who was a famed radio Dj, music producer and sound guy at Wetlands up in the sound booth. He passed away about 2 years ago and it breaks my heart to ever think of the loss. I would run down the stairs to the basement of the club, following the black lights and into a large room with red cushions and up the back to the backstage to hang with whatever musicians would be on stage that night. I’d sniff their alcoholic drinks and mention how I’d never be caught drinking any of that (yea right) and sway as a young girl to the sounds streaming from the newest live acts to hit the city. The room downstairs had an art deco vibe and there happened to be an old payphone to the side of it that I would constantly hang out in, dialing away  to my friends to exclaim my excitement for a new band & then realizing that they just didn’t get my lifestyle.

I just didn’t grow up like everybody else: I grew up with alcohol & cigarettes (yes, another Oasis reference, guess how many there are in this post..) living supersonic.

And how does this tie into my life now?..well if you know me, you know already…..

What’s the story morning-glory?

Well today I woke up and realized that I had been asked to at least mention Oasis and it must have been fate because Liam’s vocals and Noely’s guitar solo was the first sound of music I heard.

In order to comply with my audience, I must do this. (Waves)

Tunic Sweater by Kate Goldwater of AuH2O, friend and designer. 🙂


Honestly, I have been quite busy the past few days and I was focusing on some projects that I had been procrastinating on but I ended up working on them last night and catching up.

I had a delicious lunch at Souen ordering my usual: the Macro Plate, which unbelievably, I can live on.

So I guess right now, I have just been looking back on my life & the things I have accomplished. Not to mention, the places I have traveled, the places I want to return to and the places I want to experience…and the people I have met along the way, including Liam & Noel. (Gemmy, Andy, Chris, Jeff, Paul..) And to many pictures to even post.

In a champagne supernova in the sky
Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova

And, that gracious kiss on the hand …that took  me back in time and I felt 12 again, swaying to the new music from the band from Britain.

Random Post: What people think activists do…and what most of us really do…

What we REALLY do...

I am awake, it is exactly 7:20 A.M. and my lovely mother posted this on the wall of my Facebook while I was asleep and it quickly caught on to most of my activist friends and has now been forwarded all over the world.

The truth is this graphic really does depict and define how people assume that us animal activists act during demonstrations or whatever we do.

I am not a trouble maker though one may think I am when I tell them that I grew up as an activist but to me activism is educating, with a cordial smile on my face. I want to be the activist that is easily approachable on why we are out there: not the activist who scares the people away as they run screaming down the block.

When my friends and I stand outside with our signs, flyers and any other literature we may have…we just hope to get approached: asked questions. We actually encounter quite a bit of criticism from fur owners, people who eat meat and I have actually almost been hit because I defended a friend who was about to get punched at a Foie Gras Demo some years back when this guy stepped out of the restaurant drunk to yell at him.If you know me, don’t mess with the people I care about because I will defend them in a manner that will make a person feel tiny as they act immaturely and I can hold my composure, with a smile on my face.

So here are several photos of my friends and I at the  INTERMIX protests that I am the NYC campaigner for:

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Just two friendly guys! Great activists....

Sweetest little protester ever. 🙂

I have plenty of other photos, where we are talking with people, handing out flyers and information and smiling. Not all cases and circumstances are negative, in fact under many circumstances people are polite in return to us, asking us questions and trying to educate themselves. We are out there standing in all-weather conditions to speak from our heart.

The thing is: activism comes out and is expressed in so many ways, annually there is a Veggie Pride Parade in May along with a Veggie Prom (Where last year I ran for Prom Queen and this year I will be running again) and we all participate in many FUN events where just by not participate in eating a morsel of meat, drinking a glass of milk and or wearing a pair of leather shoes: we are acting. We have catering companies and parties dedicated to the truth of food…and follow with events & benefits.

We are changing the world. Veggie Pride Parade is one of the most enjoyable acts of activism that I participate in annually to see friends, eat great food and have fun as we march down the streets:

When veggies attack!

Robyn wearing a Vegan shirt (activism!) with my niece, Jessy Blade.

And this is the truth: We ❤ and I mean LOVE animals and when we do human rights: ❤ the humans we are defending.

Last summer, a friend of mine was arrested just for standing in front of Mayor Bloombergs mansion with a sign speaking up about the Geese being gassed to death in Prospect Park every year, ARRESTED! He did not do anything wrong and if you met him, he is possibly one of the nicest guys I have ever known. I was disgusted by this. Since when is freedom of speech a violent attack? Activists are not harming anyone by speaking their minds….

Especially if you just stop to listen. Come to events for activism that you believe in: Animal, Occupy Wall Street & Human Rights, Political…

So, please, don’t label us. And don’t suspect that I am someone violent or someone who acts without cause: I love human beings and to me, that includes the mortals (because we are all mortal), who have no voice but the cries they were given. Stop and listen to those or stand outside with us.

And, on a side note, I have been lucky to have family & friends who appreciate me for who I am, and what I do. If someone who knows me can’t accept me for my beliefs then they weren’t friends of mine to begin with……<3 🙂

And yes, I admit: activism comes in all forms & from different spectrum’s & all actions. Not all of us are peaceful demonstrators but most of us choose different tactics and choose to be peaceful.

End Labels. And again, please sign our Petition to tell INTERMIX to stop selling fur!

http://www.change.org/petitions/intermix-please-go-fur-free

I want to change the world through my heart.

02.19.12: And you say it’s your birthday..but mine is everyday.

You say it’s your birthday
It’s my birthday too, yeah
They say it’s your birthday
We’re gonna have a good time
I’m glad it’s your birthday
Happy birthday to you.

This weekend has been one of those epic weekends where Friday & Saturday were both the birthday parties of my friend’s: Carol & Jacquelyn.

On Friday I purchased http://www.modpoddaily.com so it’s easy for you all to get here.

After work, my momma-to-be friend Robyn and I went vintage shopping at Hamlet’s Vintage in the West Village, one of my favorite local-to-my-job stops (just a bit dangerous for those lunch breaks that I need some retail therapy..) and I came out with 3 dresses that I was told I couldn’t live without here is just a picture of one:

Nautical Vintage Lanz Dress, 60s.

We purchased a cute gift for Carol, a hand painted 60s Hawaiian bag with the scene of the ocean & palm trees. Carol loves blue and we instantly knew this was the gift for her. 🙂 But of course, it led me to the three dresses!

We went to Sacred Chow for dinner…I really won’t go into it, but at least my soup was good.

But, in the end, the night turned out to be another memorable one. I was surprised with one of my favorite meals from Rice in Brooklyn of black rice with edamame & vegetarian (vegan) spicy “meat”balls and chocolate. This was what I’ll just title the first day of my life while again falling asleep to the cities lights…just..simply…beautiful. I never take anything for granted as I never forget….

Saturday.

Waking up to a glorious sunny day in New York City while the sun rose over the East River and I marveled at the magic of mornings like this one. I calculated my plans for the day after a lovely cup of coffee and learned a few facts about coffee  from some cards…:) (I am a coffee pupil).


Jacquelyn’s birthday…

Yes we’re going to a party party
Yes we’re going to a party party
Yes we’re going to a party party

Birthday kiss!

I chose a Vaute Couture dress that I had won at Joshua Katcher’s birthday (One of few Vaute Couture Dresses!) and purple tights with knee high black combat boots and a 80’s parka. And the lovely birthday girl wore a beautiful retro 50s golden dress with a bow sash.. she looked beautiful with her rouged lips, curled hair and loving smile.

We had reservations for John’s on 12th Street, an Italian restaurant that has been around for quite a while in the East Village. John Lennon and numerous other icon’s have went there for their food. A bit over a year ago, they started making vegan dishes and prepared a special vegan menu because Mike, one of the two owners realized that this was a great idea to bring in more customers, as well as the food is delicious. So what happens next there is no reflection on the restaurant itself…..

Needless to say, my friends and I had a feast the second day the menu came out and tried everything we can.

Last night: I had the Polenta with Portobello Mushrooms and Gluten Free Pasta. Though, I definitely ate a bite of something with gluten because by 11, I was drunken with sickness  and by 11:30 had to go home, sadly leaving Jacquelyn’s party at Beauty Bar. I was happy I was there to celebrate with Jacquelyn and our friends as I also was able to finally meet Jacquelyn’s interesting and gracious father.

Treasures of my heart (and yes those are bunnies on my dress)....Jacquelyn & Abby

Entangled.

Sunday.

I awoke to a horrible pain in my stomach, knowing this was from gluten I knew I needed water stat and tea. Daniel, my gracious roommate made me tea and instructed me back to bed where I slept for most of the day. I awoke feeling a little dazed but fine enough to approach the outdoors again and made plans with my friend Sam, someone I respect and adore so very much. She & I are always honest with each other regarding advice but also just have fun where ever we go. I recommended the new vegan restaurant that had opened up to the locals in Brooklyn, Maimonide.

I relaxed a bit more, taking my time and starting to type out this blog post, speak to a few good friends of mine on chats and getting ready to finally, start the day or early evening to meet up with Sam. Jacquelyn came home and I grabbed a dozen of her delicious birthday mini cupcakes to take with me to Sam for desert and some I planned to share with the staff at this new restaurant.

60s Lanz Sailor Dress, 60s mod scarf

Vintage Dior 60s Blazer: Screaming Mimi's purchased 5 years ago.

I arrived at Maimonide quite pleased with its large communal tables and serene atmosphere, with a modern Brooklyn appeal and large painted Brooklyn Bridge on the wall. On one side of the restaurant the walls are re with glossy tablets that people can write what they are thinking and I wrote out a quote by Anais Nin, as well as my own poetry dedicated to friendships and the beauty of local restaurants with communal tables to meet new friends or thrive with old ones.  The other wall just so happened to be exposed brick, this too, I love.

Poetic words and art by locals...

“Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.” – Anais Nin…

Our waiter, Ara, was so very nice and explained the menu to Sam & I in deep detail as we both chose the same dish: Corn Soup and a Gluten Free Pizza/Sandwich that had Portobello mushrooms and horseradish on it. (I had to make up for the glutenous mushrooms the night before)….and a coffee that was continuously refilled by Ara with constant refills of Almond Milk whilst Sam and I gabbed over our delicious food. I ended up sharing my cupcakes with the staff & Samantha. I have to say, their business cards are those paper fortune tellers that we all made in Elementary School where you guess the color and then the fortune and they give you a comic book as you enter and this gets better: they have Pacman + 59 other uploaded 80s video games with a coin free machine. This just so happens to be my new favorite restaurant dedicated to the locals in Brooklyn who want a Vegan/Vegetarian meal with some fun. 🙂 And I will be sure to return to their brunch during the weekend in which they showcase local dj’s and soon singer/songwriters which also just so happens to be a genre of music I can;t live without.

I went home early: happy with my experience, the time I shared with my friend and the friendly staff of my new favorite restaurant. And now I sit, relaxing with a glass of red wine, something I only have started to drink recently, once again. Listening to soft music stream  from my laptop and the affectionate foster cat, Tricia curled into a furry ball on my bed looking perfectly at peace and typing the conclusion to my blog entry for the evening.

I fantasize of simple surprises that may happen….

And, I finally give in…

to anything that comes my way.

Life, throw your best shot..

for I am able to handle you and your incredible successes and fails…

For I am at peace with fate.

02.17.12: Road to joy….

The sun came up with no conclusion
Flowers sleeping in their beds
This city’s cemetery’s humming
I’m wide-awake, its morning…..

Whimsical Vintage 70s Polyester sky blue dress. Faux leather brown belt.

NOTICE: This post will not be as light and “whimsical” as per usual and it is because it is Fur Free Friday.  If you do not wish to see the truth behind this disgusting fashion:do not continue scrolling down.


Fur Free Friday.

Pinnacle:Reinvent the Icon Magazine. 2011. Annamal (I was Anna...)

That’s right, it’s Friday and this morning on twitter I saw my friend John Bartlett, the great vegan designer who is one of many designers who prove that you can be fashionable without the use of animal products  mention Fur-Free Friday which usually is a titled day that occurs during Black Friday because that’s usually when sales for Fur begin to rise. Hundreds of animal rights activists participate in standing outside of Macy’s on 34th street (and numerous other places all over the world) and protest the use and sales of fur.

Ever since I was a child and my father brought me to my first Animal Rights related anti-fur protest & I watched as other activists explained the cruelty that these beautiful creatures endure: I knew that I will never participate in this fashion. I wore my faux fur jackets for the rest of my life and continue to own a few; you can wear the fashion without cruelty.

I read the body count out of the paper
And now it’s written all over my face
No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter
Sometimes that’s just the most comfortable place

But for now on, every Friday in my opinion is entitled Fur-Free Friday, but everyday SHOULD be Fur Free….

Do you not know of the fur industry? Here are just a few facts about the industry to bring to your attention:

There is no beauty in wearing the skin of an animal. The most farmed fur-bearing animal is the mink.  Other animals used for fur include rabbits, foxes, chinchillas, raccoons, beavers and lynxes.  Most fur farms can be found in Europe and even in the mid-west. The animals are kept in very small cages which causes a lot of emotional and physical stress. They are fed meat by-products considered unfit for human consumption. Water is provided by a nipple system which often freezes in the winter and they are often starved to death.

The killing methods on fur farms are gruesome. They use different methods to kill the animals without damaging their fur. Small animals may be put into boxes and poisoned with the hot engine exhaust from a truck as well as numerous other methods…..

So I’m drinking, breathing, writing, singing
Everyday I’m on the clock
My mind races with all my longings
But can’t keep up with what I got..

What I am trying to state here, on my blog today is that there is NO need to mix cruelty with fashion.

INTERMIX Soho Protest

I am currently  the New York City National Campaigner for the campaign that is currently going on: INTERMIX, PLEASE STOP SELLING FUR. INTERMIX is a nationwide boutique that had just began to sell fur recently(last year) and we are trying to stop them as soon as possible. We arrange protests all over the county in New York City, Los Angeles, Chicago, Miami & Boston to try to show them that it doesn’t matter if their sales are rising: we will NOT stop till they stop the selling of fur and it upsets me because I used to shop there a few years ago joyously knowing that at that time, they did not sell fur. If you happen to see this campaign in your area: please join us on Facebook or sign our online petition where we have over 30,000 signatures and Andrew Keegan and numerous other celebrities have signed on to tell INTERMIX to stop selling fur.

I hope I don’t sound too ungrateful
What history gave modern man
A telephone to talk to strangers
Machine guns and a camera lens

There are many cruelty-free fashion labels out there such as Vaute Couture, OlsenHaus & John Bartlett  and many others that I support and I ask you too, as well. Magazines such as Joshua Katcher’s Pinnacle:Reinvent the Icon (I have modeled for them) and VegNews will explain in detail the cruelty that is involved with the wearing of fur. And movies such as  Skin trade will give you nightmares but also be educating at the same time.

If you wear or own fur & wish to stop; here is how to help.

Please donate it to an animal rescue or shelter so that they can become beds for rescued animals. HSUS will help you donate by clicking here.

Sign petitions to help promote activism in the end of the fur trade.

Watch & share movies and literature that will educate others on stopping the fur trade.

Stop wearing it.

For Male fashion, as well check out my fashion forward friends sites:

The BraveGentleman

The Ethical Man

Pinnacle Magazine: Annamal, 2011 (I am Annamal)

So when you’re asked to fight a war that’s over nothing
It’s best to join the side that’s gonna win
And no one’s sure how all of this got started
But we’re gonna make them goddam certain how its gonna end
Oh ya we will, oh ya we will!

Please stop buying fur and supporting cruelty so these sentient beings can keep the beautiful coats that are  intended for them to wear.

Foster cat: Tricia. She keeps her beautiful coat.

The song is by Bright Eyes.

02.16.12: Personne n’est comme toi……0

Personne n’est comme toi,
Sauf toi.
J’en suis témoin.
Personne n’est comme toi, sauve-moi.
Et prends ma main.

The above first few lyrics are from actually, one of my favorite French bands, yes….I love French music. I absolutely adore Autour De Lucie, which is a band I found when in 2001 I walked into Virgin Mega Store which was located in Union Square and right into the World Music section, grabbed every French cd I can find knowing I’d be well on my way to visit.

I became instantly fond of this band and this song (and Immobile) and still listen to it often as I dance or sing to it walking down the street.

So if you see that crazy girl singing some french song out of tune while walking down Broadway: it’s me. 🙂

Today:

Bunny Shirt: bought in Dublin 10 years ago.

In keeping the honor of my Bunny Week (I started the week off wearing a shirt with hundreds of little bunnies on it..) I decided to wear one of the shirts I have had since my Dublin days. I bought this shirt in a market place that I frequented at a boutique named Lili. Ah, I miss that city.

Qu’importe comment,
Qu’importe pourquoi,
Qu’importe le temps… que ça durera.

Qu’importe comment,
Qu’importe pourquoi,
Qu’importe le temps… si c’est avec toi.

Vintage Jacket, thanks Jacquelyn!

Little Paw Prints!

The reason why I really think I wore this shirt today is because it’s the kind of weather that reminds me of London(or Dublin, or Scotland..) Not terribly cold but still raining. I just want to take off my jacket and run through the streets, letting the rain-soaked wind guide me, throwing my hands in the air and let go….just…be…free.

This won’t occur because reality tends to hit you in the face and you are left soaked and with the shivers.

Qu’importe comment, qu’importe pourquoi, qu’importe le temps… que ça durera.
Qu’importe comment (Personne n’est comme toi…),
Qu’importe pourquoi,
Qu’importe le temps (Personne n’est comme toi…)… si c’est avec toi.

I guess I don’t sound as positive as I normally do but I am, it’s Jacquelyn’s birthday today and I gave her a beautiful gift from Lush which she adored. Stepping into the shop to buy her gift gave me a reason to buy myself a few, as well. Purchasing perfume can be quite an easy task for me as I let the scents guide me and I know what I want…
So like the perfume & the rainstorms, guide me to tomorrow….
Qu’importe comment (Personne n’est comme toi…),
Qu’importe pourquoi,
Qu’importe le temps (Personne n’est comme toi…)… que ça durera.

Happy Birthday Jacquelyn & Carol! & Happy 1 year anniversary of Robyn & Bryan Blade’s on having cute Jessy Blade! (and mentioning me in your blog, robyn!)
 

With my niece, Jessy Blade at The Veggie Pride Parade in May, 2011.

(And I updated my About page finally!)

02.15.12: A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning…..

Mmm mm! 🙂

You were tempting, but not enough to make me lose myself in your heavenly web.

The taste of you is still lingering on my lips…

In the end, I devoured you with great passion.

And in that moment…I felt bliss.

I wrote that poem about, chocolate. Are you surprised? No. Because in the past few days I must have eaten what I assume is the equivalent of the  vegan “Charlie & the Chocolate” Factories worth of …chocolate. Needless to say, I was left with a stomach ache at one point and quite a bit of energy until I passed out after having a bomb of aphrodisiacs in my system.

Yesterday was Valentine’s day as you all know and honestly, I did not end up doing any of my plan of the Very Vintage Valentine’s day but I sure hope someone out there reading this blog did! (It was a good plan). I did end up dressing quite lovely to work with a lace vintage classic cut dress and my purple cardigan, bought myself plenty of chocolate and wore my favorite perfume.  I did not get a good pic of the outfit so I won’t post it: sorry.

By the end of the night I was left with a memory that turned out to be quite lovely and not because it was specifically Valentine’s day but because of who I spent the time with while knowing that it could have been any day (or just another Tuesday) and it would have still ended nicely, with me drifting to sleep sweetly. 🙂

Today:

Vintage "Audrey" dress, 60s shift. Vintage Bow headband: 60s.

Today, yet again, I awoke with a smile on my face and everything seemed to be going quite well: I arrived to work early and had enough time to actually stop for my favorite coffee at yes, you will all hate this: Starbucks. I give in to temptation once in a while and order my favorite coffee drink that just so happens to be a “Soy Peppermint Misto”, which started on an animal rights tour in 90 degree weather in Savannah, Georgie while my co-activist mentioned that I should order one and alas, since then; this is my signature drink. Ok, sometimes I admit I also crave a “Soy Green Tea Latte”.

Dear  Starbucks: how I despise the craving I have for you on certain days. We have a love-hate relationship, you see. You are the only cafe that always has soy milk in the middle of nowhere.

Today I decided to re-read more of one of my favorite female authors: Anais Nin, not that I ever put it down but every time I pick up one of her books again and or just re-read a poem of hers, a quote, a blurb; I become instantly inspired in my own life and writing. And more recently inspiration has returned to me and I am writing freely, once again.

She was writing before her time (the 30s) and actually had some of her writings banned in America, along with her long time love affair, Henry Miller who had books banned here, as well. And I always thought we had “free speech”. They had life in their writings!

It’s sad that I feel and see that not many people who know me actually realized how much I like to write. Maybe it is because I stopped mentioning it as much as I used to and just kind of kept it to myself? My routine everyday life just kept something I love to do; hidden.  I am once again getting in touch with my passions for life other than of course, activism & food & travel. Though, I need to travel again this year: I am amorous over the thought of waking up in another town, city, state and or country and living it; joining the routines of the locals and watching the sunset and rise in undiscovered lands…

Exploring.

One of life’s greatest pleasures is to experience something I haven’t yet had the chance to pursue and this year, I feel that happening, actually I know it will; it must.

I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.

As I return to writing about the talented Anais Nin, she had been my guide through travels as I read each and every one of her books after a friend of mine handed one of her diaries to me when I had just barely turned the age of 18, my friend explaining to me that I will find myself in her. Alas, that is exactly what had happened: the words she wrote, the feelings she endured in life and the passion she dove into with each waking moment left me feeling like I belonged because at that point: I, too knew I had elsewhere to be in life. And thus, I ran to Europe… to write.

I found delight in her quotes:

A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning,
as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape,
joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked…

Or just little reminders that life is just as lovely as you make it out to be, don’t lose your passion for it..

She would speak her mind and not give up hope that someone will love her for it, and they did. The people she wrote about; Henry Miller, June & her husband, Hugh Parker Guiler loved the woman she was.

Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive,

and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

And I feel, I am starting to surround myself with people who care for the person I am, as well.

P.S. I still have chocolate, can you believe it?

02.10.12 to 02.13.12: Lights….

When the lights go down in the city
And the sun shines on the bay
I want to be there in my city
Ooh, ooh..

Just the right song for the night as my friends & I watched as the sun set at Teany last night and we sang to everyone’s dismay in the restaurant. This is what happens when you’re having a good time with your friends: you don’t care who is around; you just so happen to be having the time of your life.

And this weekend? I did just that.

Friday.

Vintage 60's skirt.

I was striked by lightning..no, just a lot of work and hadn’t had the time or patience to actually type up a blog post; though I took the picture of my outfit. My friends Kristy & Michelle basically coaxed me into going out with them to Foodswings but my only trade-off was a bottle of wine. We met in Union Square, excitedly went to pick up the Bottle at USQ (my favorite wine shop in Manhattan) and even got to try a shot of chocolate whiskey each.  We excitedly gossiped over the news in our life,  giggled and pushed through the traffic of Union Square and onto the famed L train to bring us to our destination. My beloved vegan junk food heaven, Foodswings! considering it’s BYOB, we did just that.

So as we sat down trying to be as classy as we can with cheez and hot sauce dripping down our manicured fingers and taking a sip of wine with our rouged lips from a plastic cup that’s meant for water. Classy or not, it was fun. When we exited Food swings, full as we can be and strolled on over to the train; little flurries had begun to fall and since I happen to be one of those sentimental people, I knew I’d remember this night for the rest of my life.

The night turned out to be spontaneously lovely and better than I had ever imagined. In the end, as I drifted off to sleep, it just came more apparent that I cherish nights like these; unexpected and simply, dreamy.

Saturday.

I woke up refreshed and threw on a pair of jeans and a comfy sweater and hung around the house all day knowing that in the evening I’d be going to one of my favorite couple’s apartments in Park Slope to ring in Mardi Gras in style: a Masquerade. Choosing my dress carefully all day(basically creating a mess of clothes for me to pick up later!) I finally decided on this lovely dress that my friend Hana Hattori had designed (and she knew my name was written all over it). Funny enough, I had worn this same dress to the couple’s bridal shower, but I didn’t mind: it worked.

I ran to the local liquor store where I had specially ordered Frey Vegan Wine for my liking at my finger tips.

Striking a pose..


I showed up to what happens to be one of my favorite Park Slope apartments hugging my friends who had already been at the party and awaiting more to arrived. We ate dirty rice and vegan chilli and danced to New Orleans Jazz, sipped on wine and hurricanes and took pictures as we all traded beads & masks and spoke of our plans for the future. If there is ever a thing I love most: it can never be more than my friends. My main group of friends are trust worthy and we all go out of our way to make sure everyone is pleasant and I must not leave out just; FUN. We always have something up our sleeve; a party, an event, a movie, dancing..etc. I waited patiently for Jacquelyn (my roommate) of Vegan Bun Buns to arrive with some treats. 🙂

Mardi Gras!

By the end of the night I had accumulated quite a few beads and ended up spontaneously watching the city’s skyline. Nothing can be more beautiful than that…

Just another pleasant Saturday evening….

Sunday.

AH! The big day of Whalentines has finally arrived! Remember that? My large post on Valentine’s day, or really why you should attend Whalentines because all proceeds go to Sea Shepherd. I ended up showing up later than I expected after taking half the day off for myself and writing a bit of lyrics to a new song I am working on right now.

I showed up to the bake sale at Moo Shoes and walked right into sweet scents of Hot chocolate by Vérité Catering(the one I work for) with vegan marshmallows, cookies of all kinds and jams. I didn’t realize how hard it was for a gluten-free lady who has a sweet tooth to navigate through a bake sale but I ended up finding my way choosing a delicious melt-in-your-freaking mouth brownie by my friend Barbara’s baking company: GonePie (always gluten-free), a dark chocolate Rice Krispy Treat, chocolate cupcake & truffles and some salted caramel! (Vegans NEVER have caramel and I instantly became addicted!) Scooping up two bags of the salted caramel (one for me and one for someone special) and buying cookies from my friend Tommy’s vegan baking company, Sweet Semosh again for a gift for the same special someone. I gave tons of hugs, giggled as I was on a sugar high and pet the cats and can you believe it? I did not purchase one pair of shoes *Sorry Moo Shoes!* just a ton of sweets.

So you think you�re lonely
Well my friend I�m lonely too
I want to get back to my city by the bay
Ooh, ooh

After Whalentines, Kristy, Michelle & Dania and I basically skipped to Teany Tea for dinner because it was close by and we were quite cold. Kristy was on a bit of a sugar high as she used her musical theater skills to take a giant leap in the air as she fell to the ground in giggles. Needless to say, I couldn’t help but repeat this move and do the same as we started singing with tears in our eyes from the laughter that ensues from when we all get together. (minus Lizzy 😦 ). At Teany, I ordered my regular there which is the “Chick’n Chick’n salad” (all vegan of course). This may well be the ONLY salad you ever see me order because it comes  filled to the max with chickpeas, tomatoes & cucumbers and then the vegan 7 herb dressing is an absolute favorite. Which brings me to where I first started this entry.

We went shopping a bit in Soho and managed not to become tiny icicles as we huddled together through the windy streets.As we walked into every store there was pressure on Valentine’s day..Victoria Secret was full of reds and pinks and smelled of sweet roses  and Sephora (yes Dania I went) was full of perfume mist spritz’s and again, red rouged lips. Needless to say, I went home with barely anything. The hallmark holiday actually made me a bit queasy and I rushed home on the train. Every holiday that used to be about connecting with other people has somehow become about economic statistics.

I returned home to my roommates making a communal dinner of gluten-free tabouli and guacamole and we  sipped on wine and watched one of our favorite tv shows on Netflix.

I can’t begin to convey how much I loved this weekend. It was quite fab.

Monday.

Wow, what a catch up! This morning I awoke to busily trying to find my favorite ring realizing I most likely lost it somewhere and my favorite leggings ended up with a hole in them, my iPod shut off spontaneously in the middle of a Jewel song  and the train was running late needless to say I basically wanted to scream to myself (I silently did).

I arrived to work on time, took off my cardigan and silently giggled to myself as my coworkers passed me with pleasant smiles saying I must have had a great weekend because I am glowing.

My ring was later found (phew!) and my iPod was fixed by a coworker. 🙂


Bunny Shirt and school girl skirt!

If you know me, I happen to LOVE bunnies, and most of my friends actually nickname me bunny for the obvious of reasons. I am quite “hoppy”, right? 🙂

But this will be serious, I have loved rabbits ever since I had one when I was a child and my family gave it away when I went away to summer camp. I was heart-broken when I returned to a rabbit-less apartment in Brooklyn, this was around the same time that I had learned that fur farms existed (no my rabbit wasn’t given to a fur farm but it was given to a school, I wonder what happened…), but I learned the truth and horrors of one of my favorite beings and how humans used them: cruelty. I watched what has now become one of my favorite books and cartoons and even records that I own:

Watership Down.

Watership Down was meant to be a classic heroic fantasy novel based on the lives of rabbits and their journey to find a new home but if you read deeper it actually is quite animal rights related with the story showing humans as they really are to animals: cruel. As you are reading the story you see how humans don’t truly understand the nature of animals and don’t stop to listen to nature: They have a right to live. They weren’t put on this earth to be gassed, beaten & eaten. And in this book, I must cry every time I read it because it’s the truth; it was written to show the readers a fact:  we are horrible to the little ones who occupy our land, the ones who have no voice, the animals.

Every time I encounter this book: I remind myself that we must stop the use of fur and vivisection on all animals.  Cherish all living beings on earth, please.

Happy Meat Free Monday!

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