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Archive for the month “April, 2012”

Punk Rock Rachel…

Teenage Mary said to Uncle Dave
I sold my soul, must be saved
Gonna take a walk down Union Square
you never know who you gonna find there

AH, time flies when you look in the mirror and your reflection has changed.

This was taken during some “Rock n Roll” photo shoot.

Posing for a photoshoot.

Rachel punk rock photo shoot.

 

04.30.2012: Rockabye….in Brooklyn

tending the garden of noise
when I grow the traffic
and the church bells
and the neighborhood boys
singing to myself
as the solitude sets in
in tune with the symphony
of south Brooklyn
I sing

Brooklyn:

What can I say about Brooklyn? I’ll start with, that semi-large borough that I was born in, brought up in and thrive in at this moment. I am one of few people nowadays who actually seemed to have stemmed from such an eclectic part of this country.  Brimming with local artists, community gardens, tree-lined streets and cafes, bars like 61 Local that have Kombucha on tap and introduces other local businesses to the masses.  I miss when I spend most of my work days in the fast paced hustle of Manhattan. Brooklyn is electric, eclectic and I simply adore spending my weekends there. I soak in the delight of the neighborhoods and currently, ride my bike watching the blurred scenery pass me by.

when the solitude sets in
in tune with the symphony
of south Brooklyn
i sing

rockabye, rockabye baby
rockabye, the baby that is me
rockabye, rockabye baby
rockabye till i’m fast asleep

The past week had passed rather quickly as time usually does. On Tuesday, I went to yoga at Jivamukti, my favorite yoga studio in New York City. I truly have tried many and this one just so happens to be the only one I find is progressive enough for what i find I want my yoga experience to be. They also are a vegan yoga school, who support Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary, so that makes my decision an easier one for me to routinely go to.

In class, I met our teacher, Chris. He was amazing, instructing us in some positions that I hadn’t taken part in and or his soothing voice introduced us to take part in positions I just hadn’t thought of returning to in quite a while. During the head stand, in which I was unfortunately having trouble bringing myself into after so long of not taking part in such a pose, Chris helped position me and left me, standing on my head for a little while. The blood rushing to my head and my thoughts clearing, I felt rejuvenated when I returned to upward dog.

After the class, we lay in a fetal position and then flat on our (sometimes aching backs) Om’ing and meditating to the sound of serene chanting music. I enjoy this spiritual awakening every time I participate in it and maybe it’s because I was raised as a child of hippies, Om’ing in a field along with 4,000 others, creating a serene musical experience.

the tunnel is train torn
the tracks are worn and sore
i can feel the rattle
riding up through the floor
she jumped the turnstile
he paid for his ride
i am the echo in the station
where their footfalls collide
i left her at the epicenter
we were trembling dutifully
i left him too
i left parts of me
singing…

Last weekend, my friend Dania came from the Bronx and we decided to go to the newly re-opened, VSpot. I ordered the Vegan Eggplant Parmesan, which I admit: I enjoyed every bit of. I had to beg the waitress to take some away because I didn’t want to overeat and Danny, the owner and a good friend of mine: brought me over a birthday mimosa. Our experience was delightful and as always, I will be returning to VSpot.

After dinner, we decided to do some shopping and stopped into Beacons Closet, just as they were closing and then heading on over to Target. I was dressed in a Nautical theme:

Sailboat maxi skirt: 1970s: Beacons closet: $15.00. 70s Sailboat skirt: Beacons closet: $15.00, Vintage retro shoes.

After shopping, Dania wanted to try some Kombucha on tap at a local bar on the way to the movie theater in Cobble Hill, but we decided to spend time in Barnes & Noble, have some tea and rant & rave.

As I previously mentioned: the week went by quickly. I volunteered at a small rescue for a few hours, I helped co-write a new song and stayed up till the wee hours working on the Artists way, gave in and finally decided on getting eye contacts which I finally have been able to grasp the routine of! and, sadly, my roommate Daniel, left us and moved to Paris, to become a head chef in a new vegan restaurant. (Happy for you, Daniel!)

i said today i am leaving
in every sense of the word
but I’m in love with your memory already
everything I’ve seen and heard
and i will go singing
as the solitude sets in
in time with the rhythm
of everywhere i have been
it sounds like

Saturday:

My lovely friend, Abby held a clothing swap at her apartment in which about 15 girls, besides myself, attended. (We literally had about 20 large bags of clothes piled up on top of each other) and we played the normal clothing swap games; First person to raise their hands, gets the piece of clothing and or jewelery. This time, I picked up quite a few items from Abby (including an amazing dress I am currently wearing with little elephants on it!) a Bob Marley shirt I have already worn twice since Saturday and a few pairs of jeans that I needed. Basically, after trying everything on: all 15 girls went home with some memories and a whole new wardrobe. After the swap, Jacquelyn and I stuck around and  helped Abby pick up while sipping on champagne & wine and at about 10:30, we decided to order a vegan gluten-free pizza from Pizza Plus.

Check out Kristy’s new blog: http://heyimkristy.blogspot.com/ for more details on the swap.

Sunday:

Abby and I planned on taking 3 large bags of clothes from the swap to Long Island to donate to Food not Bombs, a  food share that happens on Sundays all over New York State. We are trying to go there to volunteer about once a month and always feel wonderful after.

At 11:30, I arrived at Abby’s house and we went to have a delightful brunch before driving out to Long Island. About an hour later, of talking, we arrived at the Food share in Hempstead and started working on the produce line just as soon as we arrived. I am always amazed at what we end up giving out: but pleased that Food not Bombs is a vegan food share and everything we hand out happens to not contain ANY animal-by products.

We were handing out basil plants, bananas, potatoes, all sorts of other fruits and veggies. Jon Stepanian, a personal hero and good friend of mine, keeps everything under control and dedicates his time and money to projects like this one. In fact, on May 19th, he will be running 50 miles on Long Island to raise money for his own Non-profit Community Solidarity.

Every time we go there: we are amazed at how many other volunteers there are, taking part in such a good cause. We had a good time while encouraging each other to open our hearts and souls and help…

The ongoing word and joke of the day was: Similac. Ha!

After the food share we now have a tradition of heading over to our favorite Italian restaurant in the tri-state area: 3 Brothers Pizza Cafe, where Abby and I share a delightful vegan greek salad and each order Tempeh Marsala with spinach. And we watch as the two Jon’s traditionally with us, devour calzones and pizzas.

We were in heaven…

tending the garden of noise
where i grow the traffic
and the church bells
and the neighborhood boys
singing to myself
when the solitude sets in
in tune with the symphony
of south Brooklyn.

When we got back to Brooklyn, Jacquelyn rang me up and told me about a n ice piece of furniture she found and we brought it in last night, placing it in our living room and admiring its antique features.

All is well for a Sunday night as I tried to organize my new wardrobe of clothes and sleep.

Of course, I stayed up half the night with a poem in mind. Scribbling it down into a notebook I have placed under my pillow.

“Live long and prosper” – Spock. Yes, I love the Vulcans and I absolutely LOVE The Classic Star Trek Series…

04.24.12:Waking up…to reality.

A world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour
– WILLIAM BLAKE

Have you ever woken up first thing in the morning? Of course you have….

Stretched, your eyes are blinded by the sun shining through the window and your thoughts, well…they are still slightly blurry because you just woke up with a startle from a magical dream you just had that had not a fragment of time. In fact, in your dream: there was no time, the lines of reality were not apparent and everything seemed to just fit; together.

You were with people you chose to be with, in a world that you imagined for yourself and the person (or people) that you have invited into your own subconscious. Unfortunately, just as soon as the sun decided to shine its menacing rays into your direction, just enough to wake you up and it did just that. The smiling sun giggled at the thought of YOUR ability to be snapped right back into reality, with a startled jump, no less!

(Usually, in a dream: I am riding -in a car and or on a bike- and or having a journey along an ocean or body of water and there are lovely dancing waves and I am mesmerized by the scenery, enjoying it with whomever I have decided to invite into this slumbered paradise and or I am in an eerily beautiful white house, large with a winding staircase and it feels like it may have been built in the times of circa 1890).

You sit up slowly, looking around and you are now jarred. Rubbing your eyes and gently standing up to return to your almost mundane morning routine and look at yourself in the mirror:

You usually pick at yourself because you see that you have lived, quite a full life. When your reflection stares back at you, are you not looking directly into your own soul? I admit I am as well as also taking pleasure in my awakening of memories, thoughts & goals.

I am now 30, but not one that has lived normal by all means! If you know me, you already have figured that out. What’s my age again? I seem to forget,  once in a while.  My life and the memories I have currently are lived are very exciting to some and I have lived past my age. I bask in the life of the unknown…

Recently, I have had the pleasure of being taken on amazing motorcycle rides that are so invigorating and inspiring (and the person I am with inspires me quite a bit, as well!) that last Saturday morning, when I arrived back home I hopped on my bike with my new helmet (yes, I bought a helmet!) and rode to Prospect Park where I stretched out on the ground in the sun for a bit with a pen and paper and released myself into my writing. I hadn’t actually been able to do this activity for a while now and it felt so relieving to be able to release my thoughts into oblivion and turn them into reality.  That lovely ride, inspired just another part of my heart that I nearly seem to forget once in a while with my everyday schedule of events and social gatherings. The action of letting the wind blow in your hair and watching as the scenery of the city and or ocean are blurred paints a  pretty picture of one’s life & allows you to open up to the reality that everything is meant to happen in a series of events.

Let go and let life flow…

I don’t tell time, I chose my own.

My dreams are lucid and flow like liquid and my life?

I swallowed much of it and still have plenty more to drown in.

Here are a few pictures and outfits I have gathered….

Looking forward to going to yoga class after work at JivaMukti and…

release.

4.14.12: Prohibition… Biking…it’s the life.

We see the everlasting
in everything that is passing.
– SHARON GANNON

 

Saturday, the 14th of April;

I woke up at 8:30 A.M. surprising my roommates. I had a plan in mind though and that was for us all to enjoy brunch at Sacred Chow in the city as Saturday turned out to be quite beautiful. We met Jacquelyn’s friend Joshua there and enjoyed quite a tasty brunch. After brunch, we decided to all take a leasurely walk across town to the Yippie Cafe to pick up a few things I had forgotten the evening before but not before each of us bought a Kombucha from the local bodega.

I knew I had to get home in time to change for a Shoshana’s Murder Mystery Birthday party in which I was named: Maxie Madeline, a socialite who hung out at the Juice Joint and basically lived a life of wining and dining.

I had purchased a lovely vintage dress the day before from Auh2O Thriftique and decided to wear it, pairing it with a headband I purchased earlier in the day and a few necklaces. I piled on the makeup and blew a kiss to the mirror before heading out to join the party in Chelsea at an actors studio.

As soon as I walked into the door of the studio, I bumped into my good friend and birthday girl, Shoshana, who happened to be in character. I retaliated and started speaking to her in 20s slang, and in this case: making threats and stealing and bribing were all allowed. I was even called a floozy a few times, with a smile I shot back that they’d pay big time. There was a murder: poor Nick, right in front of his soon to be fiance, Molly Malone.  You know who murdered Nick? The detective and Shoshana had to go home with him that night! ha! We all mainly stayed in character and it was definately some good, clean fun.

When I arrived home, walking into Jacquelyn’s room, I realized she hadn’t left for her 20s party and talked me into going to it with her, obviously…I was already dressed for it.

Daniel drove us over to Williamsburg and we went to Shauny’s apartment, that had a great view of Bedford Avenue. When we first arrived: Gangsters Paradise was playing but as the night went on and after a few drinks: the 20s music was turned on and the dancing proceeded.

Just a bit blurry <3 hehe

Just a bit blurry

We had a good time and on our way home, I had Daniel drive us over to the Brooklyn Promenade, at 3 am, to see the cities lights before he leaves for France.

Sunday, the 15th of April:

Again, I awoke quite early and signed onto Facebook where my friend Damon was. We chatted for a bit before he brought up going to the Vegan Pop Up Shop at Pine Box Rock Shop later that day, which was in my plan and mentioned that he was biking in. Knowing that I wanted a bike for a while, he kindly persuaded me into meeting him at the Recycle-a-bike in the East Village at 12:30.

We went to a few shops before I walked into Busy Bee on East 6th and pulled out two bikes with Damon’s help. I decided to try them both out and had mentioned to Damon earlier that I had to “skirt test” the bikes before buying them, so wearing a long 1950’s skirt, I hopped on and almost rode away with the second bike before purchasing it! (I wouldn’t have, I just fell in love with it. Our friend and marathon bike rider, Andreas met up with us and we all planned on riding over the Williamsburg bridge to Pine Box.

J.C. Higgins, 1961 Bike!

J.C. Higgins, 1961 Bike!

Andreas and Damon know their bikes and helped me adjust everything before I set off, forgetting my bike lock because we were so excited to get on the road. I followed closely behind Damon (our navigator!) as Andreas and I spoke and he refreshed me on the rules of the road….

Over the bridge we went, without a helmet (I bought one the following day!)….

Andreas is just so good at bike riding, he does it with his eyes closed.

Andreas is just so good at bike riding, he does it with his eyes closed.

We arrived at Pine Box, where Cinnamon Snail was set up and Damon and I decided to share the gluten-free waffles (which are to die for.) and several other goodies. Adam, the owner of Cinnamon Snail threw in some extra goodies to my liking that I shared and Tod came over with Kombucha from the tap. It was so nice to chill out, shop with some friends, eat some Faux Gras from my friend Ella & even buy some delicious smelling Lavender Body Oil. Melissa and I took a bunch of Mod pics, some will be posted at some point and we played pass the Strummer, Melissa’s itty bitty dog that I am in love with. I was happy to bump into Michelle Hill, my girl and singer of Happy Birthday just two nights before 😉 and quite a few other friends….even Ethan, Mr. Grumpy. 😛

The journey back home was nice and I must have ridden around 20 miles on my first day back on the road…I was free.

A special thanks to Damon for pushing me into some bike shops so I can finally, get back out there! now I am addicted, and can’t wait till this rain stops so I can be free.

04.13.12: Take a CHa Cha Chance and Dance, My 30th birthday!

It may look like I’m moving but I’m standing still. – BOB DYLAN

On Thursday, April the 12th, I turned 30. Yes, I am now three decades old and do I feel any different? Hardly…maybe now it’s just that I don’t look in the mirror and think I am 15 any longer and or that when my friends and I speak of the 80s, we actually realize that it was in fact, 30 years ago. I am confident in my age and besides that, I know I happen to look young and healthy. I owe this all to my vegan diet, by the way.

So how did I celebrate my the evening of my actual birthday? I celebrated with someone special and it was perfect, I couldn’t have asked for more and this will indeed be a memory I won’t ever forget.

I woke up the following morning, still basking in the delight from the beautiful evening the night before and had to get ready for my ever-so-large scheduled birthday party that evening at the Yippie Cafe.

I ran some errands and went shopping a bit and then went to get my hair done at Styles on B. We chose the style carefully to match my dress and ended up with a cute and classic half up-do with a side ponytail. Part calendar girl and part 50s housewife, just lovely…

Styles on B...

Once I arrived at the cafe: I had to calm myself down because I had to make sure everything was in order for the sound system and asking myself questions like “Will anyone show?” “How many will?” “Music..” “Food..” “Drinks….”. Honestly, I decided to sneak away for a bit and to one of my current favorite bars: Tom & Jerrys, where the bartender poured me a bottle of Prescucco, and I sipped it, nonchalantly and relaxed. I ran next door to order dinner from Rice (I frequent this spot quite a bit!), which unfortunately I didn’t eat much of and returned to the cafe and chaos of my birthday.

At about 7:15 (No one likes to be first!), friends started pouring in and the party soon started as I plugged in my iPod and turned down the lights.

My friends who were scheduled to play(sing or have a band perform) were amazing, the cupcakes that Vegan Bun Buns brought were delicious and the dancing was energizing. I hadn’t had a chance to sit down all night: over 70 people at once were there and over 100 at different times. Kate Wolf roasted me and then turned on everyone else in the crowd. By the next day; new friends were made within the party and Facebook had benefited from quite a few new friend requests. 🙂 I have so many pictures so I will just post them up! and here is a video of Kristy singing for the crowd:
(lots more videos from the night, including Michelle singing happy birthday with Kristy, Elizabeth & Diana but they are up on Facebook!)

My dress is from one of my favorite private vintage stores: Stache.

I had such an amazing time, with so many friends and some family that I love. Thank you all for coming!

Special Thanks to:

The Dwellers, Elizabeth Brucia, Kristy M, HERE, Vegan Bun Buns, Derek Goodwin & Shoshana & Michelle Hill & Duke, as well as the legendary David Peel.  for standing up there and performing and or singing. And of course, Kate Wolff, for her roast and comedic antics 🙂

4.11.12: “Youthquake! The 1960s Fashion Revolution” Review

We are the mods, we are, we are, we are the mods…..

Define: Youthquake:

YOUTHQUAKE! The 1960s Fashion Revolution explores the dramatic impact of young people on fashion during a decade of sweeping political, social, and cultural change. Vogue identified the eruption of the young in every field as a youthquake—a term that came to describe the rise of young people as the new arbiters of fashion.

Youthquake fashion was driven by two leading subcultures of the era: the Mods and the Hippies. Although both groups rejected the societal and sartorial traditions of the establishment, their daring, individualistic styles were quickly adapted by high fashion designers and mass marketers alike.


This is a slight continuation to a post I made awhile ago about how excited I am that this exhibit, Youthuake! was going to be shown at F.I.T.:

Last Friday, my friend and co-mod girl, Melisser  (Blogger: The Urban Housewife and Author of “The Vegan Girl’s guide to life” and I were chatting on Facebook (like we usually are doing) when she posted the link to Youthquake! The 1960s Fashion Revolution and reminding me that we need to go to see this exhibit before it closes the next day. Of course, we waited till the day before! 😉

Knowing well that her and I had both been keen to seeing it, we made a plan to meet right after work. (Even with little itty bitty cutey Strummer!)

I am so mod about Strummer.

I am so mod about Strummer.

As we approached F.I.T, a school that even now my mother wishes I had attended (and sometimes I do), we had to figure out a way to sneak Strummer in Melisser’s bag. We walked close together as we entered the museum so that the security guard wouldn’t be able to see that little adorable snout peeking out and once inside, loosened up and started admiring the fashion that we were faced with.

1969, France, Pierre Cardin

1969, France, Pierre Cardin

When we approached this dress that wasn’t even in the exhibit but just in the F.I.T. Museum, our mouths dropped. You couldn’t possibly hide the fact that we were mod about this dress. Melisser and I both have a wide selection of mod clothes in our closets and exclaimed excitedly that we both had dresses that were very similar in style to this piece. The asymmetrical design and cut are amongst quite a few of our own fashion finds.

We excitedly walked through the museum ranting and raving about what was going on with our lives currently but still ogling at more pieces before us. Though, it felt like a long journey until we saw the sign that read “”Youthquake! The 1960s Fashion Revolution”. As we were approaching the double doors of what we had been waiting for, the security guard stepped right before us asking us for papers for Strummer.  Melissa and I looked at each other, shrugged and Melissa went searching in her purse for his papers. As we realized they were in Melisser’s other wallet, he said we couldn’t enter. We walked over to the female security guard who almost fell to the floor laughing and told us to just try to hide him a bit more.

As we entered our final destinations: 60s go-go music blurring out of the speakers, Blocked color dresses, quotes we knew and had read somewhere and videos we couldn’t help but watch a few times, we knew we entered our home. Home of the times, that is.

Not only are Melisser and I quite the duo when it comes to fashion and music and even talking about boys a bit, but we also just inspire each other to have a good time…let go! And we surely do. Our shared sense of humor for life allows for us to get into some trouble together! 🙂

Our own little Mod Squad.

Our own little Mod Squad.

What else do we have in common? Quadrophenia.

And now our journey becomes a reality as we enter our heart’s desire….



Mary Quant happens to be one both of our favorite 60s icons and designers. From her shoes to her asymetrical dresses and her flower prints that everyone has seen, she has always been at the top of my favorite designers. She was on the scene and helped to inspire, the 60s fashion revolution.

Can you believe I had that haircut for so many years? It worked for me and every time I see this picture, or any others based around Mary, it really inspires me to get the cut once again…


Though, I know I won’t. I love my long hair too much to even dare cut my hair into a bob again, but I must say: I adore every bit of strength these women had to break the “laws” of hair and makeup.

My mouth watered at the color blocking shown in the exhibit and I realized that I have to dare to go an extra step in revolutionizing my own fashion. I need to push more boundaries: to reinvent myself again. I find it to be a lovely character trait when you can easily identify yourself with your own sense of fashion and the ability to show your personality through it. If you know me, you can usually tell how I am feeling just by what outfit and accessories I might have one the day you see me. What colors do you usually find yourself wearing?

Today I am currently wearing again, some of my favorite colors which happen to be Navy, Yellow(if you asked me that a year ago I would have disagreed that would ever be a favorite), white nail polish & red, with my favorite anchor necklace. (Nautical? always)….

Embrace your creativity through your wardrobe. This is just a trait of what mods did and still do…

Bright cobalt blue tights? You know I do.

We walked over to a TV monitor that was showing a video on great vintage clothing from the 60s: hats, bell-bottoms, sunglasses, swim wear. Not to anyone’s surprise: we watched it a few times and reviewed every item that would be shown.

Comment below and tell me what you would wear as I may just dare to wear it all, at some point. I love the hats!

We strolled past a few recognizable pictures & I stopped to explain how much I love Patti Boyd when we took notice at this recognizable iconic photograph.

Mod boys are hot boys…:)

After watching the video, strolling past some more photos and stopping to stare(at least I did!) at the Beatles shoes I would ADORE to own:

Stylized slip-ons; light blue denim with black "Beatles" print including names and faces; white rubber sole

I couldn’t take my eyes off of a pair of Bright Yellow Go-go boots that I imagined myself dancing to The Kinks in.  I was right where I wanted to be just for a few moments of daydreaming: Whiskey A-go-go. I also fell in love with a “Strip Away” dress by Emanuel Ungaro. The strip away dress feautured several snapping buttons so that you can basically take out sections and recreate new looks: repeatedly. 

After leaving F.I.T., we made our way to Blossom Du Jour, where I ordered a gluten-free smoked tempeh wrap and Quinoa. Then we went just next door to newly opened Blossom Bakery and I ordered an Earl Grey Latte (AMAZING!) and a raw date bar as well as a gluten-free Biscotti. This day quickly turned into another fun night with Melisser as we took a long, giggling stroll on over to Whole Paycheck..err Whole Foods (smile) to go grocery shopping.

Again, a security guard stopped us at the door and we figured out a way to go against the grain, and snuck little Strummer in.

DO you see a dog? Have you EVER seen an invisible dog?  I didn’t see that snout peeking out of that little bag…

Melisser dropkicked a few bags of chips. I couldn’t decide between Brown Rice crackers, or Brown Rice crackers…or Brown Rice crackers.

And in the end…

We had a class of a night.

Happy Birthday to me tomorrow!

My Dream Cake.

Quadrophenia Birthday cake!

To see more reviews and more information on this exhibit please go to:

http://www3.fitnyc.edu/museum/youthquake/

and for press reviews (I am also listed!):

http://www3.fitnyc.edu/museum/youthquake/Pages/press.html


04.10.12: Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary

I must admit, this past weekend must have been one of the most beautiful weekends I have ever had, and it was also the last weekend of my 20s and I was able to share it with people I care about…

I have this little traditional that the weekend before my birthday, every year be that I take a trip up to Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary in Willow, NY to visit my friends and hug the over 200-rescued critters that live there.

Last year seems like it was just yesterday when I took the journey up with Yana, Val, Gabe and Andrej.

Can you believe that was a year ago? Time really does fly quite quickly and if you saw my last post: re: Veggie Prom…

My life has turned a new page….

Saturday:

I woke up to the sound of the alarm at: 6:00 a.m., just 20 minutes before I normally wake up and got dressed in a hurry to meet Michelle & Elizabeth in Williamsburg in front of Kellogg’s Diner, a diner that has been a favorite meeting place of mine for maybe 11 years now. After we met up and went to pick up Elizabeth, we made our way to Brooklyn Bagel which is a Bagel shop that has some amazing vegan options and a sister cafe to Cafe Royale, where my friends at Dun-Well Donuts sell from. Speaking of which, we actually bumped into Christopher(From Dun-well) spontaneously…I absolutely adore bumping into friends I haven’t seen in quite a long time. We drove to pick up Dania and thus, once we were all adjusted and settled: we started the 2 1/2 hour drive up to our favorite place on earth:

Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary…

Every time I travel through Woodstock, I relive all sorts of memories of growing up traveling there often with my father to see friends and even when we had briefly made a decision that we would live up there. I remember being about 8 and I couldn’t wait to move into the village of Woodstock so that I can spend time with my friends up there and be able to run through Sleepy Hollow and under Willows and through fields while I twirled in long hippy skirts. I wanted to be free to wear a tie-dye to school and later maybe even date guys with long hair who placed flowers within the waves of my own. I was 8 and yet I wanted to live the summer of 1969, all year round.

We passed “The Green” where I would hang out as a child and then into my teens….ah, the little escapades I’d get up to in this town, and how I always miss it when I go.

We arrived at the sanctuary and each of us excitedly screaming “Hi babies! Hi!!!!” we couldn’t wait to park the car and take the little stroll down the path to our home away from home, a place that reminds us exactly why we made the life choices we did to live ethical, and VEGAN.

I went into the house to catch up with Jenny for a bit. Jenny is an extraordinary and beautiful woman who inspires me (and many others!) daily. She will be releasing a book shortly and though I know her; I am quite excited to get myself a copy.  I feel honored to know and be a friend of such a courageous woman!

Jenny & I at my birthday celebration a year ago at the farm....

Jenny Brown & Doug Abel, Co Founders of the sanctuary and inspiring friends who embrace our shared dreams!

She & her husband, Doug, founded the farm together and they live their lives dedicated to every critter there!

After saying hello to Jenny, I quickly ran out to join my friends that I traveled up with and celebrate with the critters of the sanctuary:

Taking a nap with Jasper the goat..

This handsome cow, Dylan was going to be slaughtered after just a few weeks old to become veal. Jenny and Doug rescued him on behalf of my friend Kristin Lajeunesse‘s parents. I have watched Dylan grow throughout the years and love him dearly! He remember me better than most people, even! had licked me, kissed me and has run from across the field just to get some scratches (especially behind his ears). Please don’t drink dairy because lives like his will be taken.

These pigs live happily at the sanctuary…

Rescued chicken from Kapores, a terrible religious tradition that is extremely cruel.

Dania, Elizabeth & me, Michelle: 4 sexy smart vegan girls in a car..hahaDania, Elizabeth, me, Michelle…4 sexy smart vegan girls.

After our day of lots of kisses and hugs, we knew we had to return home to the city so we made our way back into town and to one of my favorite cafes: The Garden Cafe, which is located in the center of Woodstock for lunch.


Michelle and I toasting to our tradition of ordering Mimosas & my birthday.

We each ordered bowls of steamed veggies, red rice & lentils and had lentil soup. For desert I had the Lemon Coconut Cobbler and Dania had the Apple pie…mmm. We were sad to leave Woodstock again but plan on going up again soon to embrace our homeland. 🙂

I love you girls!

Check out the Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary just ten minutes outside of Woodstock in beautiful Willow, NY. Also, they have a bed & breakfast now that I suggest checking out!

Till next time:

I might just update you on Sunday, the last of my 20s and one I will never forget because it was such a beautiful & inspiring day.

Veggie Prom 2012!

It’s that time of year again: when the “Annual Veggie Prom” which usually happens in the same lovely weekend as The Veggie Pride Parade, but this year the parade will take place on May 27th.

I can’t believe it’s been a year as so many things have changed in my life.

– Met my friend Diana at last year’s Veggie Pride…

– Realized I had to move on and made a very important decision to

– leave Riverdale to start a new chapter in my life, even if it was quite hard.

– Realized that my true friends are supportive and fell in love with them all.

– I moved to Astoria.

– Started volunteering  more often with PETA and traveled the country on an activist tour.

– Wore lettuce bikini’s at the capitol in DC.

Interviewed by PETA for being a volunteer. 🙂

– I moved to Brooklyn into a vegan house, where I am content and happy. And adore my roommates.

– Met extremely unique individuals..

– Finally found a job that I am happy going to daily.

– Became a Board of director at The Yippie Museum Cafe.

– Became closer to the friends I have.

– Experienced and conquered and thrived…

– Became the NY campaigner for a nationwide ANTI FUR campaign: INTERMIX: PLEASE STOP SELLING FUR.

– Invested more time and more dedication to activism.

Liam Gallagher graciously kissed my hand and nicknamed me “Sweetpea” and then dedicated the song “Man of Misery” to me last December…

– Started writing this here, blog.

– Had a vintage motorcycle ride I didn’t want to end….

– And went back to Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary as much as I can and threw a successful benefit for them.


Are you asking why I am posting this? Because again, I am running for Veggie Prom Queen.

It’s a night of dancing, enjoyable vegan refreshments and just good ol’ fun.  Especially if you are like me and didn’t really enjoy your first prom: you’ll be quite pleased you attended this one! Donations will be made to Mercy For Animals.

Last year was a jolly good time!

Veggie Prom Court 2011: Jennifer Greene, Me & Honey LaBronx

Veggie Prom Court 2011: Jennifer Greene, Me & Honey LaBronx

Come on out on May 18th and celebrate and vote for me as your Veggie Prom queen for 2011! 

And don’t forget those dancing shoes!

Prom attire definitely appreciated!

And for now until then: nominate me & campaign for me. 🙂

How to nominate someone:

Email nominations@veggieconquest.com

In the subject line, put the full name of the person you would like to nominate.

In the body of the email, write one or two sentences about why you think this person should win.

Campaigning is not only allowed but encouraged! Some ideas to campaign about: what the nominee has done for the animals or veg*n movement, their character, how foxy or totally awesome they are… It’s up to you!

I’ll see you at The Prom! (Oh, will I have a date? ha!) and walking in the Veggie Pride Parade on May 27th.

04.06.12: A town called Malice….

Better Stop dreaming of the quiet life cos it’s the one we’ll never know
And quit running for that runaway bus cos those rosey days are few
And stop apologising for the things you never done
‘Cos time is short and life is cruel
but it’s up to us to change this town called malice…..

All tied up in ribbon...

All tied up in ribbon...

The past few days have been a whirlwind of events, as per usual and I have yet to be done with my list of to-do’s yet…

I was given a taste of something I nearly forgot on Monday:

Freedom & inspiration:

I was able to ride as the passenger on a vintage motorcycle and it’s hard to not want to do it again…it felt magical.

Tuesday:

I was interviewed for the same French Documentary that I went to NJ for but we have to re-tape: again, which is fine because Marion is a sweetheart.

We ended up having a nice dinner at Rice, one of my favorite places to frequent in the West Village and or Dumbo, and usually by myself with a glass of wine.


Marion & Me les Femme

I really feel the need to go away right now, run even…I am slightly feeling lonely in a sea of friendships and not to mention: amazing ones. New York City is truly to big for hearts like my own sometimes and I need to go explore elsewhere….live.

I feel the need for inspiration.

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I need something to guide me into the power of lyric for I feel I may have lost it in  my daily routine and or the events that occur around me….just like the picture at the top of this page…I am all tied up in life and my heart is going sour around me.

At least that was how I felt in the middle of the week.

And then I wake up to the sun shining through my windows and realize I am inspired daily: by my friends and the new people I meet or just overhearing the conversations on the street. Wednesday night I went to the Open Mic (Occupational Hazards) at The Yippie Museum and watched and listened to plenty of people’s opinions. I just adore when people can incorporate politics, activism and poetry and or lyrics into one beautiful art piece. I watched with deep interest and enjoyed the fact that people really do care for the world as much as I do.

(Photos taken at Something New Lowbrow last week with my girls, Elizabeth & Kristy)…

Life is ABOUT exploring, why sit at home and not seek something new? I want a moped to enjoy my travels with like this beautiful Pink one:

Since the past few days have been extremely beautiful and overwhelmingly bright with sun, I have taken to playing with my outfits but making sure they are quite “chill” at the same time: and being that I am about to do more PETA work, once again…I decided to wear a PETA shirt to my job and I really love that I am able to express what I believe in.

Tomorrow(Saturday): I will be heading up to Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary with some of my girls to celebrate my birthday, the same thing I do Annually! I’ll be hugging the pigs, running with the goats and kissing Dylan, my favorite cow. I will be overwhelmed by the beauty around me and take it all in…with every breath.

This weekend will be uniquely beautiful….and I can’t wait to be  inspired in nature and to enjoy every second with my friends and those I care about.

This is the last weekend of my 20’s and I am MAKING sure it will be a memorable one!

Care to join? 🙂

 

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