The Cat who rescued me, Chloe.

I haven’t had much time over the past few weeks to actually sit down and focus on writing a post for you. I’ve been working on numerous projects such as a Benefit for Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary I am throwing with Vegan Drinks on August 30th at Fontana’s. I am making sure it turns out to be an amazing and successful event with many raffle prizes! (I’ll write a post on this very soon).

I have also been out and about enjoying the summer with friends: going to favorite bars in Brooklyn and trying new restaurants, it’s just that time of year! I took a mini-trip 2 weekends ago to the Animal Rights Conference in DC and enjoyed that so very much as I learned a great deal and had the chance to volunteer with two amazing groups: Darwin Animal Doctors & Lotus Elephant Sanctuary. I made a lot of great new friends as well as of course, enjoyed every moment with friends I hadn’t seen in awhile.

Speaking of friends: I have been thinking of my cat Chloe, one of my greatest loves. She is living with my father currently as she keeps him company and has a good life with him but at one point, lived with me and my ex in Riverdale.

We met her coming home one late night after spending quite a bit of time with my ex’s grandfather in the hospital. It was one of those nights that just chill your bones in February and our hearts were breaking after the long hours we had endured in a not-so-pleasing environment. We noticed that there was a small meow coming from the bins and a rustle and looked to see this tiny little kitten hobbling out slowly. Her eyes looked up at us inquisitively and with a tiny breath of a sound, I fell in love. I bent down to her and scooped her into my warm arms and checked her for fleas and or any mites and set her down establishing that if she happened to want to follow us inside, she’s staying the evening, at least. Her little ears puckered up at me as she watched us walk slowly up the stairs. She followed behind, not making a sound and as I opened the door, she ran right in, securing herself a new home for the evening.

Being that we really didn’t have anything she can eat: we had to run to the store and buy some cat food and I quickly made a makeshift litter box for her out of a plastic lidded shoe box and some newspaper.

That evening, she snuggled up to me, her body frail and underfed: I can see she needed a good home and that was with us.
The next day: I ran to PetCo and purchased toys, a bed, a litter box and food, of course. I promptly first named her Audrey (Hepburn) and then Songbird but the minute I said “Hi Chloe” Her ears puckered and eyes twinkled and I knew forever then: she’d be my Chloe.

She may be one of the last reminders of a marriage and relationship I had in Riverdale: But at least I know I’ll always have her and her love will always be unconditional.  And in all reality: she rescued me.

Please always adopt a rescue and never buy a cat (or dog or any living being!) at a Pet Store or Breeder, you too can find your soul mate when you least expect it.

3.30.12: Pictures of you….

I’ve been looking so long at these pictures of you
That I almost believe that they’re real
I’ve been living so long with my pictures of you
That I almost believe that the pictures are
All I can feel…..

A collection of photos:

Tuesday March 20th:

Dinner at Soy & Sake....

Revolution now! Late night...

Wednesday March 21st:

Remembering
You standing quiet in the rain
As I ran to your heart to be near
And we kissed as the sky fell in
Holding you close
How I always held close in your fear…..

Occupy Wall Street Art Exhibit Opening at The Yippie Museum....Photography by Giles Clarke.

Nautical Outfit

That night I had some of the most intriguing conversations on politics and life.

Saturday March 24th: Jefferson Starship

Hanging out backstage with old family friends from the band….

David Freiberg, My Dad & Paul Kantner

Sunday March 25th:

My friends and I went and handed out food to the homeless near Penn Station for several hours & than Jacquelyn and I went to JivaMukti where she purchased a Yoga class pack for my birthday! THANK YOU! 🙂

Lunch at JivaMuktea Cafe

Tuesday March 27th: Let Them Talk TV interview LIVE with Paul DeRienzo &

Something new Fashion Event; Modeling:

Remembering
You running soft through the night
You were bigger and brighter and wider than snow
And screamed at the make-believe
Screamed at the sky
And you finally found all your courage
To let it all go….

 

More pictures to come professionally..
” Something New” Fashion Event at DROM.  Modeling for AuH2O Thriftique (Designer Kate Goldwater. Tie skirt.) and friends.

Let them Talk TV Station interview with Paul on PETA and Veganism:

If only I’d thought of the right words
I could have held on to your heart
If only I’d thought of the right words
I wouldn’t be breaking apart
All my pictures of you

Looking so long at these pictures of you
But I never hold on to your heart
Looking so long for the words to be true
But always just breaking apart
My pictures of you…

As you can probably see from all these photos: I have had a hectic past two weeks. A lot of events are coming up at The Cafe that I am on the board of and I am focusing on that, my birthday party on April 13th (though really April 12th!) and this weekend I will be filming a documentary with my friend Diana, a health coach as well as feeding homeless on Long Island on Sunday.

Next weekend I will be heading up to Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary for my annual birthday visit! and a breath of fresh air.

I will and promise to catch up soon and keep in touch.

03.29.12:Live Interview on TV: Let Them Talk

I have been busy but here is a live TV interview I did the other day…

 

 

Updates soon.

 

Check out The New Yippie Museum Cafe as we have an amazing art show on display featured photographs of Occupy Wall Street by Giles Clarke  and more events in the future.

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.

02.15.12: 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!

02.13.12: Mardi Gras Masquerade for NYCLASS…

Vérité Catering, the catering company that I still occasionally work for will be hosting (and that means I will be there) a Masquerade for NYCLASS on Friday, the 24th!:

The intricate masks, the mystery, the costumes, the food… our charitable vegan masquerade is going to be a extraordinary night! Masks are a MUST, and costumes are highly encouraged. There will be a costume contest and a prize for the best costume, so be sure to put in your best effort to amaze your fellow partygoers!

We’re raising funds for NYCLASS (New Yorkers for Clean, Livable & Safe Streets) to end the abuse of carriage horses on the dangerous streets of NYC. They work relentlessly to pass legislation to take horses off the streets and are providing innovative alternative tourist attractions.

Our raffle tickets will be edible! Get a piece of vegan King’s Cake and if you find one of the 4 little baby Jesuses, you’ll win one of the many cool prizes we have to offer, including an incredible gift basket of vegan delights from Vegan Bodega (www.veganbodega,com)

DRESS CODE: Masks are a MUST, and costumes are highly encouraged. Semi-formal attire

TICKETS: $25 for general admission, includes light appetizers. $45 for VIP tickets, include a piece of King’s Cake, 2 free drinks, and a front row seat for the costume contest. All tickets must be purchased in advance from www.nyclassmasquerade.charityhappenings.org.

Food and drinks are available for purchase and cash only. Check out the mouthwatering menu!

menu

starters
sweet potato corn chowder $5
baby spinach salad with julienned carrots and red onion in buttermilk dressing $9

entrees
roasted eggplant jambalaya $12
cajun fried seitan with dirty rice and collard greens $14
fettucine alfredo with andouille tempeh and black-eyed peas $14

sides
cajun coleslaw $5
sauteed collard greens $6
white pepper biscuit $3

dessert
king cake $5
chocolate covered beignet with whipped maple cream $6

Please come out and make a difference….

And mention my name if you buy tickets. 🙂

01.18.12: Mod isn’t only a style, but a lifestyle. Welcome to my life.

Hello, and welcome to the first few sentences of my new blog: Mod Pod Daily.

So how did I come up with this blog? Well, I have always been inspired by Mod fashion and the era’s of the 1950s, 60s and 70s (and sometimes 80s) I honestly do not believe that modern fashion (unless inspired by these era’s) are well thought out, proper and or very sexy. They use cheap fabrics in modern times that are made usually by children in China, India and must I list all the other countries? Needless to say; I will NOT support sweat shops. I honestly try not to shop at H&M, Forever 21 and or Gap, Old Navy…etc.

I try to only shop in vintage and thrift stores and find that I seek out fabrics that are unique.

I grew up as a child idealizing the 60s for Audrey Hepburn, Edie Sedgwick, Twiggy & Nico.  Daydreamed of having been able to coincide and live with Andy Warhol at the factory and dance to my favorite bands of these era’s, with true artists.  I would throw my body in sync to: The Beatles, The Monkees, Jefferson Airplane (hey guys!) & Jimi Hendrix… just to name a few( I can go on and on..) Dress up in vintage right after I’d watch Bewitched and imagine me as a witch, twitching her nose as a 60s housewife in suburbia.

You ask WHY? Why would a young girl growing up in the 80s want to not be present with the fashion of the 80s and 90s. Well, I grew up with a hippie(Yippie) Activist as my father.

My Father, The Pieman and I at Zucotti Park

Intriguing, eh?

He would throw tunics on me and Tye-dye’s and bring me to parties where indeed, it was like living the 60s. He knew (and knows) quite a few icons and I grew up either meeting, knowing these people and or hearing the stories.  He is known for his Pie-Throwing days and now more currently, his Occupy Wall Street activist.

My fathers web page and history

…so check him out. I will speak more on this in the future;

My mother is a loom knitter, this means that she likes to weave and has her own personal style of colors, prints and the likes always inspired as well, by the 60s. Check out my mom’s craft blog.

How did I come up with this? Well, I have been thinking of starting a blog for a while now and I haven’t found the time and I will try to keep this up to date: Daily. Mod Pod Daily.

I went to a party this past MLK weekend and one of my friends brought it up as she had recently started her very own daily blog and she inspired me to start right then and there. At the party, I had another friend take a snapshot of me. This was Saturday the 14th of January:

First Picture of this blog! Taken at my friend's home on game night.

and thus, began the promotion. The next day I had my friend who was sleeping over(yes, we had a slumber party!) take some snapshots of me:

   

Sun Burst Dress...Spring in the snow.

This day was actually one of the best days of my life because I was able to help out at a historical event for MLK at the Riverside Church that very inspiring people spoke at and shared their music and poetry. Patti Smith, Russell Simmons and numerous others stood up for what was right and what they believed in. This just marked another chapter in my life as the words of Patti Smith inspired me to always stand up for myself, be myself and ALWAYS care for others with my activism.

Yes, I am an activist. Animal Rights and Veganism are my core, but I also work on Human Rights as well as anything else I believe in.

SO, I gave you a little secret didn’t I? This is a VEGAN Blog. This means that everything I wear in this blog and daily are vegan(No Animal Products) and this means: No Leather, Wool, Silk, Cashmere and FUR. (Fur hags beware, you wont find it here.)

I went to a Beatles Sing- Along on Sunday at Union Hall in Brooklyn (where I am from) and was called up to stage for being one of the 3 best dressed in a 70s inspired outfit. This was pretty funny because I really just dress this way daily and went up with a smile on my face toting around a small paisley 60s suitcase full of vintage clothes that I had purchased at my friends vintage shop earlier in the day:

Check out Stache! She holds quite a few sales and I usually walk out with either bags full or in this case, a suitcase full of new and daily inspiring fashions.

Unfortunately, I did not win the contest as the guy won for his Faux 60s button down and his 1969 plastic glasses. I did get to mention to them about this blog and now, I am finally starting it.

Here are just a few more shots from yesterday and today. Tonight will be my job’s 10 year anniversary and I picked out the perfect dress from Stache(her private collection) and I will be posting pictures.

Thank you for stopping by to my first post and see you again tomorrow!