May 2014

Monday, Monday… or more links about the importance of sleep


A brilliant (if not appropriate for prime time) book read by Samuel L Jackson, who I imagine could intimidate just about any kid into sleeping by just looking at them… except, evidently, his own daughter.

Of course I know that you aren’t getting enough sleep. But if you’re still not sure, taking this test will most likely prove it.

And while we’re in bed, check out how much you and your partner’s relative sleeping position can tell you about your relationship.

Or just read this article in Slate about the joys of separate beds and toss your old queen mattress out the window.

Evidently part of being well rested involves clearing one’s space of excess junk, so lets start with our outdated music. Of course we all knew that they were lying when they said that CD’s would last forever. Now the Library of Congress wants to play with your old discs to help them figure out how much more time they have (from the looks of things, not long…)

But why get rid of stuff if not to make room for more stuff? After all, summertime is the season of the garage sale. While browsing krrb.com for local second hand treasures to make your own, keep Lifehacker’s Essential Tips for Buying Used Stuff in hand to make sure all goes smoothly!

Now that we’ve dealt with our sleep, lets concentrate on work. Here’s an interesting piece on how the office cubicle came to be… and may be on it’s way out sooner than we might think.

Farm fresh flowers

Fox Fodder Farm williamsburg pop up

The inside of the Fox Fodder Farm pop up in Williamsburg is cheerful even on a rainy day.

This weekend, if you happen to be one of the twelve million people heading over to Williamsburg to eat, drink and be merry, you might consider heading slightly off the beaten path to North 8 between Berry and Wythe where (if you’re a guy) you can get your hair cut at Fellow Barber.

And while you’re there (or maybe while you’re waiting for your boyfriend/husband/cousin/bandmate) to get his new look on, stick your head into the Fox Fodder Farm pop-up shop next door and buy a bouquet of fresh, local and ultra seasonal blooms from this tiny jewel of a florist.

They will be around all summer, and longer if they can manage it. And they are serving up the kind of bouquets that look like you just came back from a meadow full of wildflowers– the perfect antidote to the crowds of springtime-in-the-insanity-that-Williamsburg-has-become. On the weekends, at least.

Good thing for those of us locals… the spot will be open Tuesday – Sunday, so we can shop for our blossoms in a slightly more civilized weekday manner. Oh and you can check out FFF’s Instagram for even more reasons why you need to go there ASAP.

The shorts of my dreams

Tess Giberson shorts

Here I am, on Mother’s Day, actually, wearing the shorts of my dreams, by Tess Giberson.

I am flat out boring when it comes to shorts. Or maybe I should say classic. But I will tell you, when it comes to this summertime staple, I generally skew early 60′s prepster, choose one pair, and wear them for years (like 10 or 12) till they are threadbare.

Once said favorite shorts are no longer presentable, I save them, swearing I’m going to get a tailor to remake them, (like that’s ever going to happen) and then begin the search for my next pair.

Tess Giberson Spring/Summer 2014. Photo via Style.com

Tess Giberson Spring/Summer 2014. Photo via Style.com

A year ago, I ripped a huge hole in my last pair (remember the ones Proenza Schouler did for Target a few years back?) and I have been adrift ever since. That is, until I saw the most perfect shorts ever, in my all time favorite color of kelly green, striding down the runway in Tess Giberson’s Spring 2014 show. This was highly unexpected, as the word preppy is about as far from an appropriate adjective as one can get for Tess, and yet they were perfectly at home, sleek and simple, in the midst of a collection that in fact took much of it’s inspiration from the classic WASP style.

Hooray!! Problem solved! Until I went to place my order and discovered that, as not enough stores seemed interested, that style was not going to be produced. SO ANNOYING and shortsighted of retailers everywhere who clearly do not understand a great thing when it is hanging there in front of them. So I patiently waited till the sample sale, when I would hopefully get my hands on the pair from the show.

Well, the Tess Giberson Sample Sale came and went, and the shorts, which were about to leap into my waiting arms, were taken off the rack and sent to some magazine in the UK that requested them for a shoot. Supposedly the shorts would be mine when they were returned, but I was fairly certain I’d never see them again.

So while I didn’t give up hope entirely, I began to look around for other potential candidates…

Opening Ceremony's water print shorts.

Opening Ceremony’s water print shorts.

From Opening Ceremony’s own line come these crazy print denim shorts, evidently inspired by OC founders Humberto and Carol’s LA upbringing (which worries me a bit about kids growing up in the City of Angels.) Good shape, but a bit short for a woman of my… um… maturity level, lets just say.

christophe lemaire shorts

These linen Christophe Lemaire shorts are a good mix of style and comfort…

I checked over at Bird, which always has something I can’t leave behind, and saw these black linen shorts by Christophe Lemaire. Linen is always a nice touch, and the length is good. I almost brought these home, but I am personally still holding out for a more tailored look.

J Crew shorts

These J Crew shorts are kind of for when I die and come back as an English schoolboy.

Which brings us to J Crew… the obvious go to when it comes to classic style. And these shorts are almost perfect (in fact they might make the ideal back up pair, come to think of it) Really the only problem is that I was looking for a sort of medium length pair, as I’d been wearing Bermuda style shorts for the past 15 years and want a bit of a change.

And then the email of happiness landed in my inbox, resulting in last week’s trip to Tess Giberson’s SoHo shop for the pick up, and this Sunday’s gloriously warm weather, which was probably the first time I would have been able to wear the shorts anyway, what with this crazy cold winter/spring we’ve been having, made the whole saga worthwhile.

It just goes to show you. Patience and persistence does pay off. Even in the fashion world.

Yesterday, at some point…

momofuku milk bar

I am so lucky, I repeat SO LUCKY, that Momofuku Milk Bar is a place I get to pass by everyday. I would probably eat their pork buns every day, too, if I didn’t have some kind of nagging idea that a constant stream of pork, cucumbers and whatever the bun part is made out of (rice?) doesn’t constitute a balanced diet.

Although now that I’m thinking about it, it doesn’t sound half bad actually…

Symphony City

Symphony City, written and illustrated by Amy Martin.

Symphony City, written and illustrated by Amy Martin.

Now that my daughter is a bit older (if 6 can be thought of as “older” in anyone’s world) I like to try and find her books that she can read herself. But I don’t like to sacrifice beautiful design or sophisticated content. Or, most of all, the otherworldly magic that a picture book can deliver.

Enter Symphony City, by graphic designer and music lover Amy Martin. With the line and blocks-of-color style of silkscreen prints and minimal text that feels more like poetry than prose, Martin brings us along on an urban adventure of sound, where there is music and magic around every corner.

Amy Martin Symphony City

“I try to hold on tight… but I let go”

What begins as the potentially threatening situation of a girl losing her father in a crowded train station,

Amy Martin Symphony City

“…and under the stars and streetlamps there is color everywhere”

Becomes a colorful lyrical mystical sojourn through the sonic universe that is a big city…

Amy Martin Symphony City

“the best songs love you back”

Finally ending in the warm embrace of her mother’s arms.

Which is where we all long to be at times…

Even us grownups.

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Monday, Monday… or more links about art, shopping and 3-D printers

An indoor cloud by Berndnaut Smilde. Photo courtesy hifructose.com

An indoor cloud by Berndnaut Smilde. Photo courtesy hifructose.com

Weather performance artist Berndnaut Smilde creates breathtaking clouds… Indoors!

Photographer Katherine Wolkoff transforms the branch of an ordinary oak tree into something mysterious and otherworldly.

Maybe we should all blow everything off and just go online vintage shopping now that Christene Barberich (Refinery29‘s EIC) has been kind enough to curate the coolest stuff into one neat package on Hunter’s Alley.

Speaking of vintage shopping, I skipped the store and just stole my favorite dress from my mother years ago. Yesterday, I was busted in the New York Times. Sorry Mom…

Harvard grad Grace Choi has figured out how to print your own make-up. At home. That you can put on your face. Finally, a 3D printer I can get behind!

And while we’re on the topic of Harvard, it seems some students of the esteemed institution are more interested in satanic rituals than beauty routines…

Totally unrelated but no less interesting… I was checking out A Cup Of Jo this weekend and saw a link to this US Immigration Dept marriage interview (a quiz to see if you really deserve that green card you’re seeking) and realized that after 11 years of marriage I still couldn’t answer all of the questions!

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Yesterday, at some point…

Auldlyn Higgins at 16

This is a portrait of my mother, when she was 16 years old, which hangs in the living room of my parents’ house. I have always been fascinated by it, sometimes wondering where that dress ended up, but mostly wondering what was going on inside that head of hers.

Yesterday was no different.

Maybe one of these days, I’ll ask her.

Every day is Mother’s Day

My Mother’s Day morning, which I have been looking forward to for a long time, dissolved into a annoying mess of tantrums and tears, and then withholding of movie privileges, and then more tears, and then my own tears at how fallen apart everything had become, followed by even more tears when my daughter realized how upset I was, followed by a long silent embrace in the bathroom.

Followed by us deciding to start the day over.

And in that spirit, I have three images to share with you all:

college graduation with mom

First up, here’s me, with my mother, at my college graduation about one million years ago. I loved my mother to death (still do) but I took her constant presence for granted. She was (and still is) always there for me, especially when times are tough. And there were plenty of tough times ahead for this particular college grad, so my mom was busy. Here’s to all of our mothers, and may we help them to understand how much we really do appreciate all that they continue to do for us.

my little family copy

Second, a little picture of one of those moments that make all of the tantrums and sleepless nights and arguments worthwhile. There is no love more powerful than the one a mother feels for her kid. So here’s to all of us mothers, for all the hanging onto being our own selves while putting the needs of the little people first pretty much all the time. It is the hardest job on Earth.

Lastly, while we’re on the subject of the hardest job on Earth, here’s an illuminating video that you all should check out if you haven’t seen it already. And it’s really important to watch it all the way through, as it’s all about the punch line.

Happy Mother’s Day to all, and to all a good night’s sleep…

After the party is… the day after the party

interior of Fung Tu

The interior (during the day) of Fung Tu, a “creative” and modern version of Chinese American home cooking (if your home had realy cool geometric hanging lights over lots of tables with an angular leaf like wallpaper on the walls. Oh and Jonathan Wu was your personal chef…) Photo from ny.eater.com.

Last night we went out with one of my favorite couples (isn’t it great when your college buddy actually marries someone who’s company you enjoy as much as theirs?) They eat out a lot, or at least one of them does, as he works at the dining section of the NY Times, so we always let them pick the venue.

And let me just say, we have never been sorry.

This particular dining adventure took us to the lower east side, to Fung Tu, a sort of contemporary super personal subtly creative take on Chinese home cooking with a crazy and extensive bar (how I found myself cradling some mysterious and delicious gin based drink is anybody’s guess!) The place has that hometown-Brooklynish-local-minimal-slightly-turned-upside-down feel, but with Chinese food, which makes the whole experience pretty singular and amazing. Plus it’s nice to sometimes travel to Manhattan for a meal.

We had white asparagus, stuffed figs, steamed buns, fried rice, pork chops and a bunch of other dishes, each one better than the last. I am not a food critic, but let me just say that a good time was had by all and my stomach was especially happy about our choice of venue.

Wild Rose eye treatment by Korres

Wild Rose eye treatment by Korres

Which brings me to this morning, when I woke up and looked at my tired face in the mirror and wondered if I would ever be well rested again in my life.

Unfortunately, the answer to that question is “not any time soon.”

So I reached into the medicine cabinet and pulled out the Korres Wild Rose instant brightening eye treatment I bought last week at Sephora. I’d staggered into the (kind of intimidating) mega beauty emporium and just pointed at my eyes, begging the salesperson to help me do something about the tiredness. I figure if I am destined to be exhausted, so be it. But I don’t have to resign myself to looking that way.

She took me straight to this stuff, I skeptically tried some, and lo, the circles under my eyes lightened and the puffiness was reduced. Not to zero, mind you, but it actually was a little bit better. And the longer one treats the eyes, the more improvement one sees. Plus the heavy lifters are all natural. Essential oil of wild rose is doing the work, not some kind of crazy bleach.

I’m still trying to improve my sleep habits, but this will do in a pinch. Because I’m not planning on giving up my fun dinners out with the people I love any time soon, damn it.