I discovered the warmest, cleanest, friendliest, most colorful little shop in Carroll Gardens last weekend, owned by a lovely woman named Jessica. And while there I bought this tie that she designed, cut and sewed herself -- nearly everything in the store is this way. I'm going to ask Jessica if she'll by my first feature interview, so with luck, stay tuned!
I asked Bill if I could take his picture. He didn't say yes and he didn't say no, but he did look my camera in the eye. Thanks Bill. More of Bill & today after this jump!
Not bad for a citizen rogue blogger eh? More from Fashion's Night Out later.
Here's the lauded $26 tee from the last day of the Barney's sale. Wish I'd bought a hundred of these. Happy fashion week.
Between the ice cream bar at Jin market and my house is the new OTTE tribeca, which is ALL LIT UP and ready to open tomorrow. With an Elizabeth and James blazer in the window! And Loeffler Randall six-strap boots. The other Otte (Greenwich Ave.) has carried Loeffler since season 1 when they made those little teeny tiny wedge-like flats, like the ones I once velcroed to my wall (er, below).
At the way-top of a hill near Monaco lies a fancy overpriced hotel called the Chevre d'Or. Just down from that hotel is a chintzy tourist shop, where my friend and confidante Sarah and I bought these plated French girl name necklaces this summer -- she was Benedicte, I was Victoire. Part of us still are.
Tonight I am happy: that Bonnie Slotnik cookbook store still exists. That my students taught me 13 new words today: sacapunta (pencil sharpener), pugnar (fight), jatt (agricultural group), alma (soul), marchito (to wear away), congosa (nosy), hata (home), olas (waves), lagh (lake), jitanjafora (poetic license), mooh (tired), and kulischrieber (pen). That I asked them that question -- tell me your favorite word in another language. That I opted not to store these Sam Edelman faux-patch-and-python flats & could instead wear them. That I wore my Elizabeth and James white billow-top on a day that almost rained and ended up windy. That my partner bought kid-crayon color daisies and white calla lilies and arranged them sillily in the same jar. That my friend Clay was born and that today was his birthday. That the train hesitated at Houston Street just long enough for me to decide to get off and go to Jacques Torres for a wicked ice cream sandwich.
Don't these two Rachel Comey nude espadrille oxfords remind you of sleeping laborador retrievers? I found them discounted pretty deeply at Steven Alan's summer sale in tribeca (incidentally Rachel is hiring an intern! Oh, to be 19 again). It's amazing that I've lived here on and off for 2 years and never happened upon Steven Alan before. All this time we had both been here, not noticing each other. It's got to be clear that I'm as interested in the photograph of the shoe (or nick or the ice cream sandwich or whatever) equally as much as the shoe itself. The tone of this series w. the dried sage is comforting to me, maybe because we've just uprooted ourselves and I'm a cancer, home-bound and sensitive by nature. My friend Alison who writes great blog posts over here at the New Haven review gave me this sage to dry and hang and then burn a little bit of, to cleanse our new temporary space. Here's a pretty detailed link to a sage smudging ceremony (nice name eh?) -- don't know if we'll get as far as the great spirit chant, but we'll do what we can!
as the ice cream and the summer melt away...
I was really hoping for the big 7-5 % off in women's shoes today, the very last day of the desperate housewives of atlanta-esque free for all that was the barney's warehouse sale. Because 60% is just a bit more than half off, and that's not good enough if most of the shoes are still sale-marked over $375! There were only a few things to admire in shoes anyway, like this cork-wood platform from Comme Des Garcons (and that Jil Sander bone-colored heel in the background). I did walk out of there having spent $100 though, all in the men's department -- a 3.1 by Philip Lim navy tee w. oversize pocket ($26); a 3.1 by Philip Lim blue and yellow zip-up sweater which NONE of the boys liked b/c there were about 15 of them left ($48); and a pair of John Varvatos black pants for Nic o las ($29).
We moved this weekend from Chambers Street to our temporary home at North Moore Street, and our stuff (except our Vinstra dresser and a couple (read: 13) boxes) moved to its temporary home at Manahttan Mini Storage. We've squatted here before but this time feels different because it's fall instead of winter and we brought our bed with us and our tiny French press and our favorite teacups and even our Swedish dining table with pony legs which we're going to use as a double decker, nah, two man desk. The internet here is PALEOLITHIC so I'm never gonna get the photos of Nick that I took in the North Moore Street parking garage up tonight, and that is sad because he's looking good.
These shoes (boots?) from Nine West get mixed reviews, but I'm pretty sure that Sheree from the Real Housewives of Atlanta was wearing them last week on episode 3 of Season 2! I bought them at Nine West in Lenox Mall, on sale for something close to $30. I wonder if she did too.
I'm eating my words about Payless. These Abaete ribbon wedges are beautiful. The one pair in the store at 6th Avenue and 17th Street is on sale for $18 but they have some dark scuffs (summer is nearly over). But they're not available online and I'm devastated! Thinking about going back in there with a stain stick.
Saying goodbye to the b-list -- they're off to Manhattan Mini Storage until we find a new home.
When my mom saw these she said they were teacher shoes, and I don't think she meant it as a compliment. Incidentally, I'm a teacher. Nine West Iota, Spring 2009.
is better than I remembered...
White leather sandal with hi-top ankle cuff, amber plastic platform, bought at Iris in Paris (they have had an outpost in New York for two years, but who knew?) this summer, on sale for 150 euros.
What it would look like if we were in Europe:
What it actually looked like:
See that shirt? It's a Marc Jacobs cotton floral short-sleeve button-up shirt, marked down at the Barney's Warehouse Sale from 150-something to 70-something, and then another 25%. See those pants? Those are Levi's fancy label, whose name I don't know, found in the scavenger bin at a deep reduction. See that man? Not for sale. Me and this man didn't even look at men's shoes. His feet are too big.
Maybe this photo is foot TMI, but these yellow mini-studded fake suede
sandals are comfortable and cheap and cost me $9 at Rainbow on Delancey
Street.
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