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The New Luv…has LAUNCHED!

I am sorry that I have not been up to date in my writing but I have been working on a new business that I had started with my friend, Marina.

It;s called “The New Luv” and it has launched today into the blog and has been on Facebook for a little over two weeks!

THE NEW LUV

Where compassion meets fashion…..
Let us take you on an adventure;

Step outside your own boundaries of what you’ve learned in the past and what society has spoon-fed you into believing and experience what we call the new love.

What is The New Luv?

Passion, sensuality and of course; the forbidden; sexuality.

But we have something else; a secret ingredient that really brings everything together and makes living in the new love possible:

Compassion:

Opening yourself up to loving and emphasizing with the knowing that what you dress yourself in, bathe yourself in and use on a daily basis did not add to the torture and exploitation of another living being.

Fashion is a creative way to express yourself. It should be beautiful yet playful. Let the world experience you and taste your love of items to be desired.

The New Luv is fashion that is minus the sin.

Check out our new blog with articles on sex, love, fashion, music and a chance to wear a gorgeous vintage gown:
And “like” our Facebook page at:
And men, don’t you worry: this site is for you, as well!

Living as a Mod in the 21st century: MODernists.

The bitter sweet story of our lives
For your attention
Another brigades of boys is riding on
No more questions
Prepare all yourself tonite
These boys coming back to town
You better listen up for yourself
For tonite the boys gonna shout
No more waiting
Starting the heat and dance with the beat,
Keep on singing

 

You can call me Old-Fashioned but:

 

As a young girl growing up in South Brooklyn with a father who still lived like it was the 60s and a mother who encouraged that very traditional style; my life was that of a retro photograph; a bit grainy but the colors were majestic.  My older brother’s hair was cut to that of a true 70s boy and my own hair was shaped just as a 60s Mod girl would wear hers with bangs and always trimmed close to the shoulders. My favorite colors were always that of a “Mod dart”: Red, Blue and white. Yes, I wore other colors quite a bit but you hand me over something somewhat Nautical and I’d probably do the twist. In my personal opinion; it was swinging to be smartly dressed.

I didn’t quite love the Tye-dyed shirts my father would throw on me but what I did adore were the beautiful A-Line little girl’s dressed my Grandma Mary would send me monthly. I’d run to the package, ripping it open and always excited to see what was inside; school girl dresses with Peter Pan collared shirts, ;lace trims and pockets, lots of little pockets in my dresses. I’d put on my (one size to big) Mary-Jane shoes that she’d pack in and change about a dozen times, trying each item on and categorizing little outfits. Does this sound like me? Yes, I still get excited over shopping just as much as I did when I was a little girl, growing up in South Brooklyn.

My life wasn’t always pretty dresses and Mary-Jane shoes but it’s what gave me a sense of pleasure: my own taste, my style. I loved the songs of the 60s starting with The Beatles, The Who, The Kinks, Velvet Underground, The Small Faces, The Creation, The Action, The Smoke, John’s Children, The Rolling Stones; much to most of my friends utter disappointment as at other child gatherings I’d be the first to throw on a Francis Hardy song over Milla Vanilli.

Now that there is a true revival going on overseas: I am truly excited. People are beginning to understand the style of the Beat. It’s not just a “fashion”, it’s a life style. Clean; Sharp, Elegant and colorful; we are not afraid to cross the boundaries of today’s society.

Personally, I am tired of the same boring knit and those Bondage shift dresses? I hate them. Why should ANYTHING be that tight?, I love simple darts that clearly accentuate your figure but not mummify it.
Don’t get me started on the music of today: it’s called modern, not “MODern”, it’s repetitive and in my opinion, not as fun to dance to. I simply adore a dance where I can pour baby powder on the floor and do the twist!
Last weekend my friend brought me on his Scooter and we scooted on over to the Smorgasburg (in Williamsburg), where we checked out the record fair. This was basically one of those days that I was hoping for.  Great Vegan Food, a scooter and RECORDS, basically more of my life’s simply pleasures.

 

Don’t just watch and acting cool
You better ask yourself for more
You better listen up for yourself
We are the mods, we are the mods
We are, we are, we are the mods
Don’t just watch and acting cool
You better ask yourself for more
You better listen up for yourself
We are the mods, we are the mods
We are, we are, we are the mods!

 

I am truly glad there is a revival but I call on all Mods to stand up and show yourselves, especially in the New York City area:

Here are some Northern Soul Parties that you can go to so you can dance all the night to some Northern Soul Beats as well as Britpop:

The Delancey; Tuesday nights at 10pm.

& Northern Soul Nights that happen once every 6 weeks: I’ll post more information later. They have a dance contest and this night is run by my friend Paulie; yes, I am a “mod” about it.

You can buy some “new” Mod threads and outfits at Hamlet’s Vintage in the East Village. Hamlet even redesigned an amazing Mod dress and they sold out in weeks.

You can contact me and we can have some record parties and listen to 60s ToyTown Music (Yes!).

I am a Mod; living in the 21st Century.

 

 

For my own well being- a spree, of sorts.

And so it is…

If there is anything that I have needed to do and haven’t done in awhile is go to a Stache Vintage Secret Sale at my friend Jennifer’s studio in Williamsburg where she sells a wide range of vintage clothing and interior design pieces. It truly is not only one of my favorite places to shop as I am a vintage collector and it’s just like heaven to me, but it’s always always a nice chance to catch up with Jennifer while she pours me a few glasses of Champagne and this time there was a special treat: Vegan gluten-free cupcakes with Tiffany Blue frosting baked by my close friend and roommate: Jacquelyn of Vegan Bun Buns.

Stache Vintage

Growing up as the daughter of a Famous Yippie Activist definitely had an impact on my life, I always felt like an outsider growing up in Brooklyn and going to inner city schools with kids my own age. My life was not particularly like the other children I knew  and I was just starting to get used to the fact of that. I’d stroll through the very populated gritty streets of New York, looking at the other people passing by me and just question: Why?

Why do I look this way? Why are my parents and family friends so different than everyone else? Why do I have wavy hair?Why did he not call? Did I do something wrong? How can I make myself be appreciated more?

I would pick out flaw after flaw of myself and worry (sometimes still do! much to my friends disapproval) about situations I’d create within my own self. Fears of being forgotten, left behind they all would appear to be beneath the surface but if you really knew me, I’d probably show you each and every one of my self-doubt.

But then as time went on and I realized the “Why” has such an impact on my own psyche that I had to change it to: “How?” How can I be a giving person? How can I love? How can I succeed? And currently, finally safe and secure in my own shoes: I say: I am indeed a beautiful, confident and loving person with a strong personality.

Don’t get me wrong, I do have some down days but since I’ve decided to take life into my own hands & soul: follow more dreams, go for some mini vacations and enjoy time with friends and family and of course indulge in chocolate and wine and all sorts of delicious vegan foods! It really does a great deal of positivity for your confidence and makes everyday so much more beautiful than the last.

I love my friends, especially this girl: We have basically repeated ourselves over and over about how we will always be activists, grow old as activists and even with our Canes, graying hair and wrinkles: we
‘ll always stand up for what we believe. My friends; inspire me.

Ashley Byrne & I at the Sea Shepherd New York S'mores Party at VSpot.

Ashley Byrne & I at the Sea Shepherd New York S’mores Party at VSpot.

Volunteering? All the time. It’s my life. Come out to Vegans drinks on August 30th at Fontana’s in Manhattan at 7pm for a night of raffle prizes and vegan food from Clementine Bakery to benefit Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary.

So, for the sake of taking care of myself and purchasing a few new vintage items I am going to try to start my daily pictures again.
Which will include my makeup, as much as I can. Did I ever mention that I am slightly makeup obsessed? I freelance as a makeup artists and usually offer that as my gift to Animal Organizations to include in raffle prizes: Makeup with Animals by Rachel.

90s grunge look. Stache Vintage dress and 50s slip. $45.00

Makeup: All cruelty free and vegan items from Obsessive Compulsive Cosmetics & Urban Decay.

Obsessive Compulsive Cosmetics: Lip Tar: Hush, Cheeks: I like to use a little bit of lip tar on my cheeks and they mix nicely so it was Narcissist & hush mixed on the palm of my hand and tapped lightly.  Eyes: OCC loose pigment. (I can’t see the name!)

Urban Decay: Rock star eye liner & Stray eyeshadow. and for concealer I used Aveda & a bit of Zuzu powder! (both also cruelty free and vegan).

You can be beautiful with or without makeup but whatever you do so decide to choose: Make it vegan because there are other beautiful beings on this earth that do not deserve the torture of being tested on for our own self benefits.

Also, I must take this time to ask everyone to sign a petition to stop the cruelty of Horse Carriages and call your local Councilman. Yesterday, there was yet another Horse-Car accident and the Horse was down in the street.

Please help us stop this madness!

Go to: Http://www.NYCLASS.org and read up on the information.

A daily dose of…

For I never did believe that such a love can exist between a woman and a bit of chocolate for as long as eternity can prevail. We shall take delight in such glorified soul, sweet decadence, for my heart has been taken sweetly into the depths..of its embrace..

A daily dose of Chocolate.

Samantha Jovani Hand bag Photo Shoot

A few weeks ago I had the desirable chance to model and work for Samantha Jovani Handbags, a beautiful local-to-New York City Handbag company that supports the idea of recycled and vegan materials.

We tok photos in a community garden in Bedstuy (Brooklyn) and then had a vintage tea party and photo shoot on Najva’s roof. It was a beautiful day and I enjoyed working with everyone very much.

Here are some of the photos taken by the talented photographer: Najva Sol.

Sweetly desiring nature

I have a love for the sweet serenity of nature. I’d like to run barefoot through fields of sunflowers and let the wind take my hair into it’s loving hold and freely flow. I’d like to lay in a meadow of tall grass and let little dandelions tickle my nose as I wish on them and watch as they spread their seeds. Spinning in a long flowing skirt and witness as the meadows take shape in a silken blur of color…

Clouds above me, I grasp them and let myself fall in a fit of laughter.

Pure Joy.

Silently hoping I meet a fairy one day as I walk through the shade of overgrown trees and take in the whisper of the evergreens.

My childhood is a reminder of just how beautiful some memories can be.

Feels something like summertime…

Feels something like summertime
Top down ain’t nothing but time
Radio’s on and you’re by my side
Feels something like summertime….

Where do I begin? I truly haven’t updated here in a long while and I sincerely apologize for this discrepancy. I’ve been a bad bad blogger…

It’s summertime now, and it sure as heck feels like it in this here city, cats. How was yesterday’s weather you ask? It was a brutal 93 degrees and it might have felt like 103 as I wandered over to Soy & Sake for lunch.

Ae you inquiring about where have I been?

These days life goes like this
Wake up, check that off of some list
Gotta be a little something more than this
at the bottom of my coffee cup
I keep a postcard in the back of my mind
White sand, sunshine
And you’re shining like a brand new dime
That’s keeping me from giving up
Thinking like I had enough

Firstly: I won Prom Queen. That’s right, cats. Veggie Prom Queen of 2012. It was a fun night that was full of laughter, dancing and friends. David Karopkin, my fellow Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary volunteer won for Prom King and we had our “dance” to Boyz 11 Men. Yes, this may have been a childhood dream to be spun around to “Bended Knee” but at 30,  it was just entertaining. Thanks to David who actually got on his knee and fulfilled that childhood dream of a man singing that song to me, on his knees.

Next weekend was the Veggie Pride Parade in which I was asked to walk in the front of the parade holding the banner.  Jacquelyn, my darling roommate spoke me into dressing up for this event even after my dismissive thoughts of just wearing my favorite school girl vintage skirt and a Vaute Couture tank. This year the sun was shining down on us and everyone was in good cheer for being Veg. After the parade, a few of us wandered over to Lula’s where I had arranged with my sissy, Diana and Kneel and Alicia to meet us there. We ended up hanging out there, taking over the front of the shop and the bench for several hours before requesting that we walk over to Moo Shoe’s.

The next morning was Memorial Day and I had plans to meet at Champ’s in Williamsburg for brunch. Kneel ended up being our resident “adviser, a great “job” for him as part of a all-female table. 😉

After brunch, I mentioned that it’s not Memorial Day until I had one drink so Michelle, Kristy, Elizabeth and I found a bar nearby and had some delicious chilled cocktails.

On Monday, I returned to my routine and snapped right back into reality.I realized I had to get past certain “stunters” and let go…of people, places and things.

Several other events have occurred: Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary Rooftop Party in which I volunteered and sold raffle tickets. Derek Goodwin, a good friend of mine fire danced as we all watched not wanting to even blink just out of pure enjoyment. There was food from VSpot, Blossom Du Jour, Blossom & a few other local vegan eateries and caterers.

Then came  the first annual “The Seed: A Vegan Experience”, which was located at 82 Mercer street and showcased everything from inspiring speakers to tasty vegan food to vegan fashion.My friend Gabe, gave my mother an extra ticket and we went happily together on Saturday and I watched in pure joy as she excitedly asked questions about veganism and wanted to learn and went from table to table trying new vegan foods and took delight in the day. On Sunday, I modeled for Melisser  as she did my cruelty-free makeup with a bold red lip.

I have been modeling a lot recently once again, as I take pure pleasure in it (that’s not obvious, is it!?). I am lucky enough to know plenty of talented photographers who ask me to take part in their photo projects. Always with a vintage style: I oblige.

I have missed updating this blog and promise to return to updating it frequently.

Now check out some pictures! xo…

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.

4.11.12: “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


03.12.12: Dreaming is free…

When I met you in the restaurant
You could tell I was no debutante
You asked me what’s my pleasure
A movie or a measure?
I’ll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming
Dreaming is free….

And that’s exactly what I did a lot of this past weekend…dream. I stayed home most of the weekend and relaxed and did some errands here and there and lavished myself with beautiful fragrances and basically, Rachel time. I thought quite a bit about life; past experiences and how they affect me now….

And my friends, my beautiful lovely friends who called me to check up on me…thank you.

I did go out Friday night with my coworkers to bid a good one goodbye, JP, we’ll miss you! (And I’ll miss you’re Vulcan blood drink aka green juice you’d bring me!)…fun times.  Basically, I ended up in a cab home deciding that the rest of the weekend was going to be low-key and not to let anything or anyone get in the way of that lovely choice.

I got home and ended up working on the song I had been trying to find within myself for awhile now. When I went back to take a peek at what I had written; I actually enjoyed it. I was able to express what I has been trying to say and felt relieved…..

Now I have to strum a tune to go with it.

No wonder Charles Bukowski drank so much, it’s surprising how easy it is to explain your emotions when you have had a bit of that lovely liquid they call “truth juice”.

Staying home most of the weekend entitled me to set up a work out routine: dancing. Yes, dancing is the best workout for me as I hate to admit it but I am not someone who enjoys going to the gym. Though, if I do end up at one, I work out continuously for 3 hours and then don’t return to the gym for another 6 months, even if I had ended up hanging out with the trainers and making appointments.

Alas, at home this weekend and in my bedroom; I twisted, twirled, spun, waltzed and basically danced myself into a frenzy for hours on end. At the end of it: I was relaxed and decided to make myself this delicious lunch to re-energize myself with:

Spicy Miso Soup with extra Seaweed & Tension relieving tea...

Saturday night, my dear friend Carol rang me up on the telephone and mentioned that she had picked up a bunch of amazing vintage clothes for me. Some of them were hers previously and some just bought at Black Bear, our new favorite vintage shop in Park Slope. She came over that evening and watched as I excitedly tried on a few of the new items: not wanting to take off the 40’s vintage black sheer dress she had given me. After she left, I waltzed in it and twirled myself around the room feeling like I was living in the movie: Sunset Boulevard. Thank you Carol! 🙂 (My new favorite is the Givenchy blue  mod dress)!

Robyn invited me over to her place, as she is also one of my lovely and close friends for a cheer up: but I knew I needed my alone time. (love to you and Jessy!)

I wrote some more: chatted a bit online to some friends I haven’t seen and thought a lot about my future….

Cherish these nights, they do not occur to often.

On Sunday, I awoke to a beautiful Sunny day and got dressed and ready for some shopping in Cobble Hill. As I knew I was going to be going to my brother’s later that day with the kitten that he and his wife had adopted from Jacquelyn and I.

Of course, as I arrive at Borough Hall I end up running right to Perelandra (as it just so happens to bemy favorite health food store in the city) and grab a Grape Chia Kombucha for lunch as I really did not have much of an appetite. After hanging at Perelandra for a while and impulsively picking up a few extra beauty supplies to indulge myself in later I walked out with my head held high and wandered down a few blocks to American apparel and bought a purse. Ah, retail therapy.. sometimes it is just needed to take your mind off of things.

I never met him, I’ll never forget him….

While taking in one of my favorite neighborhoods in the city and giggling at texts I was receiving from Diana, my “Sissy”, I nearly bumped right into my favorite twin brothers, Dan (The Ethical Man) & his twin brother, Matt. Funny enough, I had emailed Matt’s girlfriend just an hour earlier to ask her to have dinner with me soon. Fate works in mysterious ways because right at that moment, I really did need my friends and there they were; right in front of me, laughing because there I was: giggling and wandering aimlessly down the street not even looking up…until I saw their bright smiles. We all hung out for a bit on Court Street, taking in the sun and speaking about their new project:cllctv.com (Collective) and their rock band: Here.

This was indeed turning into another beautiful day. I went up to my brothers and we hung out with the new kitten into the night, and sat down to a cozy Thai dinner. It;s become a tradition for us to spend time together again and I appreciate every moment of it.

After leaving I made a stop at Trader Joe’s and bought some groceries and ran over to Barnes & Noble to check out some new books. I love Barnes & Noble, and somehow just the smell of books up-lifts me and I usually walk out of there with another 2 books in hand; this time I was good, but I think I will be stopping there later on today, as well as The Strand.

Today as in Monday:

Dream dream, even for a little while
Dream dream, filling up an idle hour
Fade away, radiate….

I didn’t sleep very well the night before and actually ended up waking up at 5 am, but when my alarm awoke me with its “80s”-like alarm, and it said 6:20, I pulled myself up and out from under my soft sheets and into the loo to get ready for the day.

I chose a simple vintage pencil velvet skirt and a J-Crew shirt that my friend S has given me as a gift. (Hugs lady!)

I sit by and watch the river flow
I sit by and watch the traffic go
Imagine something of your very own
Something you can have and hold…


Snapping this as I walked on over to my favorite lunchtime treat: NY Dosa Man, an all vegan dosa cart located near on the south side of Washington Square Park . I swear he knows exactly what to send my way! Food always makes me a happy lady.

Though I guess I am looking pretty serious in this picture: I also take my lunch seriously.

I’d build a road in gold just to have some dreaming
Dreaming is free
Dreaming
Dreaming is free
Dreaming
Dreaming is free….

 And that is just what I will do: continue to dream….into reality.

I bid you farewell till tomorrow’s entry…xo.

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