I don’t talk about my bedroom much. It’s my favorite room of the house (the kitchen being close second) despite the fact that I don’t spend much time in there. My bedroom is solely for sleeping, prepping for the day, prepping for the night, and more-frequent-than-I-would-like-to-admit private dance performances.
That’s really what it comes down to. My room feels very private to me- like my own inner sanctum. I don’t take pictures in it. Even the cats aren’t allowed in (mostly because they think it’s their god-given purpose to knock shit over in my closet).
My room is also filled with my treasures- beyond my favorite books, my clothes, and the other things that carry me through daily existence, there are a few things that I can’t imagine I won’t be holding onto forever. Just because I’m attached to them. Continue reading “In My Room and Close to My Heart”
Over the past few years, I haven’t been a big one for eating out. 1) Anorexia obsessiveness has made it difficult, 2) I love cooking and eating homemade food, and 3) veganism. But that’s all changed recently and I’ve gotten a sudden yen to explore the Boston area food scene.
The first symptom was probably my desire to do the much more delicious version of a pub crawl- my vegan pizza tour of the Greater Boston area. Which was super successful and very yummy.
And then this past weekend my grandparents were visiting, and in the hopes of finding that rare restaurant that they would like and my parents and I could eat at, I fell down the rabbit hole of Boston’s vegan Yelp sector. Continue reading “Boston-ish Restaurants At Which I Want to Eat”
The short answer is ‘No’, of course.
But for the first time, the long answer is ‘No, but…’
The background: I went to NYC last weekend, mostly to visit a close friend before I say ‘Goodbye to all that’ and take off for the land of marinieres, pastries, and (more) perfume.
This was my second trip to Manhattan this summer- the first time the main purpose of my trip was my IFF interview and olfactory intelligence test (and to see the Rei Kawakubo exhibit). Obviously a lot of water under the bridge since then.
And while I was there then, I visited Bergdorf Goodman, Twisted Lily, MiN New York, Aedes des Venustas, Osswald, and even CO Bigelow. In short, all the perfume places.
And it wasn’t that I was burnt out this time around, but after the blow out that was the last trip… there wasn’t a lot new to explore or discover. Turns out not even NYC’s perfume sphere is without its limits. Continue reading “Have I Outgrown the NYC Perfume Scene?”
I had an emotionally trying day, so let’s turn to the profound depths of the endless internet to drown my troubles.
Thankfully, after two weeks of fairly few links, I stumbled this week across a lot of interesting things (hope you’ll agree!) Continue reading “Friday Links 6/23: The Drought is Over”
As always, perfume was a big part of this past weekend’s NY trip. Mom and I are both big fragrance hobbyists/I’m trying to turn it into a career. And the shops in NYC are so excellent- so here’s the lowdown on what we got up to (and the samples I carried off!) Continue reading “Perfume: A Weekend in NYC”
Ahhh, I’ve fallen so far behind but what can I say, I’ve just been loving summer.
I was in NYC this past weekend- well, starting Sunday and then getting home ridiculously late last night/early this morning.
With Mom, for Mother’s Day and ending with that bit of interview that I mentioned earlier as the deciding factor in my life to come. I’ll be hearing back in five weeks or so. Keep your fingers and toes and everything crossed. Continue reading “NYC Doings”
It’s Fashion Week around here and I’m feeling in the spirit (despite the fact that I’m running a fever and it’s also memorize your twenty amino acids week [hoped I would make it through this BS/my BS without having to do that, but Biochemistry said “Oh no, huehehehe])
There are trends, which I could talk about. But maybe later. Because if I get started ranting about dancewear as a trend (DANCE ISN’T A TREND, IT’S A WAY OF LIFE) it will never end. (And can someone please tell me what the point is of dancewear being a trend if people still try very hard not to make eye contact with me if I walk to a ballroom performance in a rhinestoned-meshy-purply Latin dress, a full face of stage makeup, and Converse? I need a little leeway here!)
Addendum to my advice regarding not getting harassed on the street: It’s amazing what wearing an obnoxious and scandalous costume and a whole lot of makeup can do for a person. Or you can always take this route.
I told you I would get sidetracked.
On to the main event: My favorite (and therefore objectively the best) fashion documentaries!
(So maybe I lied when I said I would stop posting about clothes for a while.)
(Also really abusing the parentheses this post)
In no particular order:
- Vogue: The September Issue
Anna Wintour, Grace Coddington, and Hamish Bowles are great characters, and this is essentially a film starring Grace’s hair, Hamish’s accent, and Anna’s… well, everything. It’s very interesting to see how a Vogue issue (particularly the gargantuan September issue) gets put together. Lots of guest appearances by fashion people and lots of guest appearances by fashion people’s crotchets and issues (celebrities, they’re just like us!)
An aside: Grace Coddington draws pictures of cats and she just released a perfume in a cat-inspired bottle. And the fragrance is passable!
- Valentino: The Last Emperor
Do it for the pugs. Do it for Martha Stewart. And you know, Valentino too. He’s a funny little piece of peach pie, I like him. And his pugs. Again with the amusing dropping of the famous names and faces. And the unveiling of their little persnickets. Martha Stewart goes off investigating the kitchens when she’s invited to Valentino’s house party- LOVE. Less about the brand, this is more of an investigation of Valentino as a person.
Quote: “Apres moi, le deluge” (Yep, I still refuse to use proper French accents)
- Bill Cunningham New York
Bill Cunningham died on June 25th this year. This movie captures a sense of his abundantly cheerful good nature and sense of joy at capturing the looks and combinations he saw on the street. He lived very simply, with his eternal blue smock and smile. Did he live and breathe fashion? Maybe. But I think it would be more accurate to say that he lived and breathed the spirit of New York City.
A bit maudlin? Maybe so, but watch the movie and you too will want to ooze love all over Bill.
- Dior et Moi/ Dior and I
Back in 2012 Raf Simons was announced as the new artistic director of an already well established fashion house- Maison Dior (he has since resigned). Dior et Moi tells the story of the mad dash to his first haute couture show. While ostensibly a film about the struggles Raf Simons overcomes to unite his generally minimalist aesthetic with the ornate and ‘designed’ look of haute couture and Dior’s haute couture history, the film is much more about the timeless foundations of Dior’s look and brand: the part that stays concrete and unperturbed beneath the fluid exchange of artistic directors (Sorry, Raf). This would be the house’s atelier of seamstresses, many of whom have been working there for decades. Their pride in their craft and sense of community is beautiful to watch, but the most perfect moments come when they let it slip that they think Raf needs to step off, because he’s a babe in the woods and it’s time to let the real pros handle things.
Meh: Vidal Sassoon, L’Amour Fou, Diana Vreeland: The Eye Must Travel, Lagerfeld Confidential, Vogue: The Editor’s Eye
Remaining to see: Iris, Advanced Style, Just for Kicks, McQueen and I, The True Cost.
In BOLD are movies I have since watched. In RED are ones that are joining the favorites list.