This is an actual question on the NY Anime Festival FAQs
I kind of really want to go to the NY Anime Festival today at the Javits Center. Only because Baby, The Stars Shine Bright has a pop-up shop there. I mean, I should just go, shouldn't I?
Good thing they don't allow swords. At least harmful ones.
The weekend of doing only what I want to do.
I booked myself out this weekend to do only the things I want to do -- which means yesterday I went to see Fame in the morning, joined Equinox and Yogaworks, then bought tons of fresh, local, organic vegetables at the farmer's market, then got some new jeans at American Eagle and popped into a couple of stores (I'm thinking about getting the studded Converse hi-tops at Free People, but am not sure I want to spend $148 at Free People...). Went to Bed Bath & Beyond, got a new shower curtain, bath mat, and a fan for my desk at work (will improve air circulation at the office, thereby improving my quality of life, I reason). And came home, ordered from my favorite local Chinese, watched "Pearl Harbor" on TV and fell asleep at 9:30. It all felt really indulgent. And good. So I decided to do the same thing today -- not the exact same stuff, but I decided to only do what I want to do. So this morning I woke up at 4:30, pretty much only because I went to bed so early last night, read the paper, answered some emails, and then went to a 9:00 a.m. yoga class. Walked through the rain and everything to go exercise... a first for me, I think. Came home and made an organic heritage tomato and cucumber salad (above) to be dressed in Tuscan balsamic and extra virgin artisan vinaigrette. Considered seeing a movie this afternoon, but there's nothing I really want to see, so I'll probably just stay home, tidy up around here, do some laundry and relax. It is indulgent, isn't it. I feel like I've been going non-stop for weeks, between teaching, my day job and working on stories for the upcoming VMan, it's been really exhilarating, but I haven't been able to breath and take care of myself. So here I am, taking care of myself. Self-lifestyle makeover starts now.
This explains everything.
"The place looked like the receiving bin at the Good Will... a promiscuous heap of junk... Wreckage and exhaustion everywhere... If somebody such as the city editor had a swivel chair, the universal joint would be broken, so that every time he got up, the seat would keel over as if stricken by a lateral stroke. All the intestines of the building were left showing in diverticulitic loops and lines -- electrically conduits, water pipes, steam pipes, effluvium ducts, sprinkler systems, all of it dangling and grunting from the ceiling, the walls, the columns. The whole mess, from top to bottom, was painted over in an industrial sludge, Lead Gray, Subway Green, or that unbelievable dead red, that grim distemper of pigment and filth, that they paint the floor with in the tool and die works. On the ceiling were scalding banks of fluorescent lights, turning the atmosphere radium blue and burning bald spots in the crowns of the copy readers, who never moved. It was one big pie factory... A Landlord's Dream... There were no interior walls. The corporate hierarchy was not marked off into office spaces. The managing editor worked in a space that was as miserable and scabid as the lowest reporter's. Most newspapers were like that. This setup was instituted decades ago for practical reasons. But it was kept alive by a curious fact. On newspapers very few editorial employees at the bottom -- namely, the reporters -- had any ambition whatsoever to move up, to become city editors, managing editors, editors-in-chief, or any of the rest of it. Editors felt no threat from below. They needed no walls. Reporters didn't want much ... merely to be stars! and of such minute wattage at that." - Tom Wolfe
Hilarious
From Elna Baker's story in October's Glamour magazine.
"It's hard to pinpoint exactly when I strayed from that course and ended up, at 27, single and perilously close to losing my virginity every other week. Perhaps it was the day I received my college acceptance letter from New York University. My mother was terrified. "Elna," she said nervously, "the first thing that will happen in New York is you might start to swear. Swearing will lead to drinking, and drinking will lead to drugs. And Elna," she continued, looking directly into my eyes, "what would you do if a lesbian tried to make out with you?"
My mother, who once referred to Manhattan as Babylon, sat with her arms folded, waiting for me to answer.
"I'd say, 'No, thank you... lesbian.'"
She rolled her eyes. "There's one more thing," she said. "There are clubs in New York where men pay women to dance with very little clothing on. Don't do that."
It's Winter.
I know because this is what I'm wearing right now: Jeffree Star sweatshirt, Hooters T-shirt, big grey Dartmouth sweatpants and mismatched Comme des Garcons Homme Plus striped socks. My air con is not on, but it is cold. Time to break out my secret stash of fleece?
The crippling effects of fashion (week)
Went down for a nap, woke up, disorientated, four hours later.
Fashion Week: 1, Danica: 0
Week-long clothes horsing and trade-showing kicks my tuckus. But it doesn't end there. Lots to do this weekend, pulling together products for a bunch of shoots this week, two features to write and a bunch of papers to grade, lessons to prepare, logistics to coordinate. Couldn't really afford to lose a day to, well, sleeping. But here I am, 9 p.m. on a Saturday, groggy and panicked that I'm only left with Sunday to accomplish an impossible To-Do list.
Kind of makes me want to just crawl back into bed.
Panic.
Fashion Week: 1, Danica: 0
Week-long clothes horsing and trade-showing kicks my tuckus. But it doesn't end there. Lots to do this weekend, pulling together products for a bunch of shoots this week, two features to write and a bunch of papers to grade, lessons to prepare, logistics to coordinate. Couldn't really afford to lose a day to, well, sleeping. But here I am, 9 p.m. on a Saturday, groggy and panicked that I'm only left with Sunday to accomplish an impossible To-Do list.
Kind of makes me want to just crawl back into bed.
Panic.
Ch-ch-ch-changes.
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Penn Badgley / Not just a teen idol
My first VMan story hit newsstands this week in the Autumn-Winter 09 issue.
Chris Wilson is awesome.
"So I stayed home, put on fencing mask and a pair of Spanx, gulped a fistful of poppers, and danced the pain away to "Poker Face" in front of a full-length mirror."
- Chris Wilson on not getting into the V / Marc Jacobs party last night and missing Lady Gaga's performance
- Chris Wilson on not getting into the V / Marc Jacobs party last night and missing Lady Gaga's performance
Today was a light day
Monday: Carlos Miele, Jill Stuart, pop by the Nintendo suite, Rad Hourani, Patrik Ervell, Vanity Fair Bright Star screening, Kim Kardashian OK! Magazine party, and then on to the Party of the Week: the V Magazine Marc Jacobs Lady Gaga performance party.
"It is New York’s peculiar duty to run its fashion week as a circus, a three-ring event beyond the runway, beyond new collections. There is a reason Milan and Paris are relatively stable and serious by comparison. That’s O.K., a colleague of mine said yesterday, but let’s just call it what it is." - Cathy Horyn
Day 1: Look who's on the front page of Getty Images!
Gooooood morning, 9 a.m. show. I'm gonna start doing my hair from now on.
Jamie's America
One (of the many) things I miss about England is British television -- it's far more experimental and less formulaic than American TV. In fact, tons of our shows are straight-up rip-offs of British shows, repackaged without the edge for a North American audience. Anyway, I gripe because I just ran across the website for Jamie Oliver's show "Jamie's America," which looks totally brilliant. And since it's on Channel 4 over in the UK, it's not here yet (BBC America is great, but I'd love to have some Sky, ITV and Channel 4 over here too...). Jamie Oliver's also opening a chain of restaurants called Jamie's Italian -- with a branch in my (birth) hometown Oxford. I haven't been back to England in over two years. Time for another trip, fingers crossed, soon.
Gareth Pugh comes to New York + opens his presentation to the public
This just in from our friends at MLPR in London:
GARETH PUGH TO PRESENT FILM COURTESY OF M·A·C & MILK
LONDON DESIGNER OPENS UP NY FASHION WEEK EVENT TO PUBLIC
Gareth Pugh will for the first time have a fashion week presence in New York, presenting his new film directed by Ruth Hogben at M·A·C & Milk, in the Meatpacking District on Sunday 13 September. Fashion Week guests will attend a private viewing between 8 - 10pm at Milk Studios after which, from 10pm until midnight, it will be opened up to the public including design school students. These guests will be activated through M·A·C's facebook page to which anyone can join. Fans will then be sent event details by 10 September.
"When M·A·C invited me to be part of their New York Fashion Week plans, I thought it was the perfect opportunity for me to make a new fashion film... It will hopefully set the mood for my catwalk show which will take place as usual in Paris. It will represent the essence of what the show this season is about, although it couldn't be further from a trailer, it's more of an abstract insight. I am very honoured to be able to come to New York and be a part of fashion week and would like to extend my thanks and gratitude to all the people who have made this project possible." Gareth Pugh
Gareth Pugh and the film's director Ruth Hogben, will be attending the event, as well as his closest creative collaborators.
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On Brooklyn
me:
> how do you like living in brooklyn?
j:
> i like it.
> it's like boston.
> how do you like living in brooklyn?
j:
> i like it.
> it's like boston.
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