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My great mistake, the fault for which I can't forgive myself, is that one day I ceased my obstinate pursuit of my own individuality // Oscar Wilde

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// feathers & lace & tulle all over — enter the world of Gaultier.

I have been meaning to post these photos for a few weeks now (sorry, Bethany!). Per usual, I uploaded them, forgot they were already floating around in my draft folder, promptly deleted the photos from my camera, and assumed they were lost forever. Alas, they were not. And now I can gush over the inspirational magic found in the Brooklyn Museum’s Jean Paul Gaultier exhibit.

Upon entering the exhibit, you are overwhelmed by the crowd of people (if you went on a weekend), the mannequins that were displaying the garments, and the variety in the designs. Anywhere from mermaids, to the Middle Ages, to stripe overload, you see mannequins with blinking, life-like faces smiling at you, appreciating your visit. Initially, it was a bit creepy. Later, I would say that these talking, smiling, waving characters became my storytellers, as I oohed and awed over Gaultier’s constant boundary-pushing ideas.

Let’s face it–many people know Gaultier for his relationship with Madonna’s costumes. But as I spent nearly three hours completely lost in his world, I forgot about Madonna completely. Because Gaultier is in and of himself, provocative. Gaultier’s use of models that were bigger than a Slim Jim and his constant ode to the female form (whether it be in nudity or highlighting it with his impeccable tailoring) is a move from the norm, and it’s empowering for us ladies. Gaultier allows us to be whatever size we want, define our own sexuality, and if we want to traipse around town in a cage-like corset because it makes us feel beautiful, Gaultier says DO IT. He is also a proponent of the non-traditional beauty & one of my all-time favorite materials: tulle. 

I most definitely will not be bouncing around Manhattan in a leather cut-out bustier, but you know what, I’m glad Gaultier thinks I could.

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// first out-of-state visitor — Allison!

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Other visits that day included Blue Bottle Coffee (another recommendation from the Pies -n- Thighs gurus), the Brooklyn Flea Market, Dylan’s Candy Bar, a quick stop at the Met, and a second cup of joe at Sweetleaf. Of course there were thrifted finds, missed subway trains, bus mishaps, clothing malfunctions, hot dog debacles, and everything else that just happens in NYC that you forget to immortalize in writing.

Our first full day of the trip was such a success. Allison and I haven’t had a long visit in far too long and it was great to catch-up while touring the city.

It should also be mentioned that I found the rather strange jumper I am wearing for $10 at a street fair. I’m not crazy about the material, but it was so comfy!

// solo concert review.

DSC_0009 DSC_0022 DSC_0023 DSC_0024 DSC_0036Concert attire // Sam Edelman Petty ankle booties // Calvin Klein leather backpack, thrifted // Madewell light wash denim // Crew neck mullet cutoff tee, thrifted // Necklace, thrifted (in Philly!) // Blazer, thrifted (little boy’s section)

So, it was a little scary. I walked into this massive arena, typically known for its basketball. And then I began walking. And walking. And walking a little bit more. Until I found it! Section 222, and from there, I went up. Up and up and up, all the way into the nosebleeds, in a mostly deserted area.

Initial reaction: What was I thinking buying a ticket to go to a concert alone?! How will I complain about how close we are to the ceiling? How will I turn and make a goofy/excited face when Postal Service finally comes on? Who is going to return to being a teenager with me? Yes, I was in this time warp alone.

But, once I got past all of the firsts–first time sitting in the wrong seat (on purpose, so that I had a slightly better view), paying too much for peanut M&Ms, sitting at an upbeat concert, it was really fun. The rest of the night was spent dancing. With myself. And ignoring the people sitting in the nearby section. I had the entire seating area to myself. And it was great. I even kept my balance without a comrade to hold me up (geez, that could have been terrible from that height–me, tumbling down and down and down…).

So I’ve done it. And I think I’d do it again.

The show really was better than expected. No matter how much I loved Postal Service previously, I wasn’t sold on the idea that a tour ten years later would be worthwhile. The lighting was great, the sound was great, and Ben Gibbard and Jenny Lewis were really enjoying playing for us. Which showed in their music. He even made a few comments about how humbling it was to still have so many fans after their single album. I’m not a concert reviewer by any means–check out this article in the NY Times. It’s way better.

Post show, I grabbed drinks with Grace and oddly enough, an old friend from Huntsville! Small world.

 

// life of an intern.

“We have this really disorganized, messy closet of clothes from previous lines–even some couture pieces. You guys are going to organize it.”

What I heard, “Here is this closet of beautiful couture pieces; it’s kind of a mess. A glorious, inspiring mess. Have fun!”

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What I heard, “Would you like to gawk over the beautiful pictures get more familiar with the new line?”

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My schedule’s a little tight–M/TH: Isaac Mizrahi & T/W: Gabriela Moya & F: Stacy Lomman (or one of the other two, depending on the week’s workload). But I like to stay  busy, so it’s been great so far! This past weekend, I met up with Hannah and Barbara (who is just visiting) to tour the city. We went to the Brooklyn Flea and explored Williamsburg & Bushwick until we were too dehydrated to continue (photos here). I did pretty well with staying on budget–a $5 hat and a $10 shirt, plus an iced latte from Toby’s Estate.

// Friday afternoon.

I spent the last few hours of Friday’s daylight dancing in my room reading, walking, and discovering new places nearby. I found a park! And learned that the type of trash you find kind of tells you what goes on in a place. On the steps on the way down to the green space, I found lots of mini liquor bottles, beer cans, condom wrappers, and the like. Yuck! I probably won’t be going back. But, from a distance, it’s a really pretty area with lots of shade. I’ll stay up-top on the park benches, though.

Later that night, I trekked over to Powerhouse Arena in Dumbo/Brooklyn to go to the launch of An Illustrated Guide to Cocktails by Orr Shtuhl & Elizabeth Graeber–the book was full of recipes for delicious cocktails! They served a perfectly summer drink with absinthe, grapefruit Perrier, and cucumbers in it. I didn’t get pictures of that, unfortunately! But trust me, it was delicious. I was in Dumbo just in time to see the sun set over the water, and had a perfect view of Manhattan. Grace got stuck at work, so didn’t make it over, but Jose and I had fun walking around and enjoying the weather!

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NYC: snapshots and blurry memories.

 

 

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