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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.

 

 

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Shy….

Shy? Am I….

the heat is so great
it plays tricks with the eye
it turns the road to water
and then from water to sky
and there’s a crack in the concrete floor
and it starts at the sink
there’s a bathroom in a gas station
and i’ve locked myself in it to think

What do you all suspect I am? To be perfectly honest; I am a bit shy, in fact I am a bit private; to a point. You may meet me and I may just open up to you; telling you everything you may think you know of me.

The truth? I haven’t told you everything. In fact, I keep plenty to myself and it takes me awhile to truly divulge specific details about myself; my life; my family… I might know just how to lead you on as much as you do: playing with my feelings as if I were a cat’s toy:

Dangle, Dangle

That loving & exciting nature in front of my eyes.

My ears perk up and I’m almost captivated by your enthusiasm to pull at my heart strings.

I’m a cat; nearly independent & pleased with just a bit of affection,

but then I crave your touch, your gaze into my eyes and

I wrap my little tail around you, pulling you close.

and back in the city
the sun bakes the trash on the curb
the men are pissing in doorways
and the rats run in herds
i’ve got a dream of your face
that scares me awake
i put too much on my table
and now i got too much a stake

And when I do trust you; when you have finally broken through my barriers;

I feel like I can open myself up to a new world.  Sadly, I have trusted people who don’t deserve this.  A new friend, even a lover who has made me believe I can truly wear my heart on my sleeve….

That’s over now.

But don’t you worry; I won’t lose my romantic spirit that everyone knows me by. It’s basically woven into my soul and it would take quite a bit more for me to ever forget I am a truly passionate soulful being who believes in fate. It’s just that: it’s their loss. It’s the “emotionally unavailable”, that truly has the ability to miss out on love; on the feeling of opening up to someone who cares for them.

It’s almost as if I am being guided into their “world”, they want me to become as “quiet” as they have….

and i might let you off easy
yeah i might lead you on
i might wait for you to look for me
and then i might be gone
where i come from and where i’m going
and i’m lost in between
i might go up to that phone booth
and leave a veiled invitation on you machine
Yeah, I may actually ask these “emotionally unavailable” people back into my life based on the feelings I once shared for them; and then I end up with tears streaming down my face, crying to myself as I lay in my bed, wishing I never had even stepped foot into their presence; begging for them to answer my calls; my texts.

and you’ll stop me, won’t you
if you’ve heard this one before
the one where i surprise you
by showing up at your front door
saying ‘let’s not ask what’s next,
or how, or why’
i am leaving in the morning
so let’s not be shy

The truth is, I will always love that person;  the “emotionally unavailable” and maybe one day they’ll be able to feel as I do….

The friends and the lovers that have led my love astray;

You are forgiven and I hope you do well.

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.

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


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:

Lunch at Soy & Sake....

Dinner at Soy & Sake....

Revolution now!

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....

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….

With David Freiberg...

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

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.

03.13.12: And I’m free to be whatever I…

I’m free to be whatever I
Whatever I choose
And I’ll sing the blues if I want……

Last night as in Monday Night…

How free was I when I walked out of work with my friend T? We giggled insanely as we decided we’d wander across town to the East Village and stop by Viva Herbal for some Pizza but as we were walking on the way and crossing West 8th Street, I noticed in the window of Uncle Sam’s Army Navy Outfitters (my favorite Army surplus store) that they were having a 50% off sale. Before you can blink, I was running across the street with T trailing fast behind me. We walked in, my eyes wide with temptation as I started grabbing vintage navy shirts and the store owner escorted us around the street pulling out things he knew I would adore: Vintage Bell Bottoms (I am running back to get!), vintage navy shirts like Anna Karina wore in Une Femme est Une Femme. I grabbed a navy hat in each color: Blue and Yellow and ran quickly to the dressing room. As I entered the dressing room, I turned around to look at T for a moment before my eyes narrowed in on  a stunning Marine’s jacket in my size with every button in place I quickly snatched it up and began trying on my goods:

Vintage yellow sailor hat & sailor tunic vintage high waist bell bottoms...oh yes.

I really loved the tunic but decided on trying my next outfit:

Sky Blue button down Marine shirt. Love it...

I danced around the store picking up a few more items and decided on getting the jacket, as well. T saw how much I wanted the jacket and decided to offer to put $10.00 towards it. Later, when we went to visit my father: he saw how much I loved the jacket, proclaimed it a “Beatles Jacket” and decided to put more towards it as one of my many Birthday gifts from him (Thanks dad!).

As we were exiting the store: they asked me if they could snap a photo of me for their blog to put up on their website. The photo will be up soon…

We walked down the block and T had me stop so that another picture can be snapped.

Je suis la femme Sailor!

We strolled in the nice weathered evening to Viva Herbal and grabbed 3 Gluten Free Chick Pea crust pizza slices to split before heading over to visit my smiling father.

After hanging out with him for a bit and several jokes later, we decided to head on over to one of my favorite bars in the city: Otto’s Shrunken Head. We ordered our favorite drinks there and had a seat while playing Irish Trivia (and yes, I knew most of the answers!). Sipping on our Mai Tai’s and a few photos later, we decided to go in the back and listen to some live music before we each headed home for the night. We tried to sit as quietly as we can as we listened to singer songwriters take the stage and I tried not to become emotional and let the words seep into my heart….

I’m free to say whatever I
Whatever I like
If it’s wrong or right it’s alright….

In deep thought....

We got up to leave and the musicians on stage stopped their show to say goodnight to us as we were exiting the back room and complimented my hat.

I thanked them and we walked to the train and each went home as it was a “school night”, you know.

Today. Ahoy Mate!

And yet again, I woke up at 5 a.m. startled from the vivid dream I was having. Remembering every detail: I jotted it down quickly and went about my morning routine and made a note to incorporate my new “Beatles” jacket into my chosen outfit of the day.

I ran to the subway and made it a “Blondie” morning as I sang along to her songs streaming from my iPod.  As I entered the subway, again I noticed people staring me up and down because of my very 60s sailor cap. In this situation, I just smile confidently and remind myself that I am fashion forward.

Always seems to me
You only see what people want you to see
How long’s it gonna be
Before we get on the bus
And cause no fuss
Get a grip on yourself
It don’t cost much…..

I arrived to my office building and ran right into Starbucks for an early morning pick me up…a Grande Soy peppermint misto (Thanks Ashley and Virginia for the addiction!) and the second day in a row: the barista gave me my favored flavored coffee drink for: FREE. (As well as complimented my outfit again..) I thanked him, mentioned I’d be in tomorrow for the same thing and ran upstairs to start my day.

Of course, I checked Facebook at some point and I want to thank Dan for posting the video of the opening theme song to “That Girl”, the TV Show that ran on American’s tube’s from 1966 to 1971. This definitely cheered me up by saying that’s who I reminded him of! 🙂

At Lunch, T and I decided to go looking for  Lennon Cap (I would really adore  a Pretty Green Lennon Cap like this one that Liam Gallagher is wearing in this photo):

Having no such luck, we headed over to NY Dosa man and snapped photo of my outfit for the day as we waited patiently for our mouth-watering food to be prepared…

Vintage Nautical Shirt, skinny jeans and vegan Melissa shoes (bought at Beacons closet for $14.00 from $$95.00!)

I’m free to be whatever I
Whatever I choose
And I’ll sing the blues if I want

Here in my mind
You know you might find
Something that you
You thought you once knew
But now it’s all gone
And you know it’s no fun
And I know it’s no fun
Yeah I know it’s no fun

Can you tell what my theme for this beautiful Spring day was? Nautical. This is most likely because my dream the night before featured the ocean and sailing, a beautiful adventure nonetheless. But let’s return to my slight clothing addiction; you do know it’s my addiction, right? I have a large amount of vintage items that are decorated with anchors, boats and stripes in reds, navy & cobalt blue. In fact, I had to buy a new nail polish this past weekend just because it was my favorite color, cobalt blue (other than red and mustard yellow).

These are a few of my favorite things…..and my birthday hint list. 😉

Whatever you do
Whatever you say
Yeah I know it’s alright
Whatever you do
Whatever you say
Yeah I know it’s alright….

Let’s go sailing….and be free to do whatever we want.

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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