Nothing says minimalism better than monochrome and angles. And nothing says angles better than a structured trouser, an asymmetric top in front of a piece of geometric art.
Tucked away on a unassuming narrow West Village block lies a hidden gem. Golden plush sofas, thick layered drapes, dangling canopies and extra deep velvet chairs you can sink yourself into adorn the space. The floor to ceiling windows are all swung open letting in the gentle breeze of summer. You can't help but ask for a chilled glass of rose and their homemade pita bread accompanied by an assortment of hummus, baba ganoush, and tahini. I found a sweet spot at this Moroccan denizen which became my new go-to for Northern African cuisine and the inspiration for this post.
I thought I would take it back to the 60s and 70s since it’s been in the 80s and 90s out in NYC. I wanted to channel the style of that time as classic chic took center stage from the runway to the white house, from Bridgette Bardot to Jackie O. Since work has got me in NYC for the Summer I took time to close my eyes and envision myself flying across the Atlantic to the South of France right along the Mediterranean.
It’s officially June and summer is finally here!! While most NYer’s make the trek out east (aka the Hamptons) or to the Jersey shore for the weekend I usually like to make myself at home in the city. It’s one of the more quiet times of the year which makes scoring a reservation or pulling up a seat at the bar prime real estate.
What's better than having an ice cold margarita on the rocks? An ice cold margarita on the rocks on Cinco de Mayo! Yes, its that time of year again where city patrons crowd cantinas, Mexican restaurants and watering holes everywhere to have a drink (or five) of the classic south-of-the-border cocktail.
They say April showers bring May flowers and a cloudy day it was during this traditionally wet month. But being that my look was in bloom I thought I’d take a trip outside anyways and plant myself somewhere. I was willing the appearance of the sun and hoping that any water involved would be for hydration purposes only. You would think the absence of trees in the city would signal the greater scarcity of gardens, but when you are ready for Spring and believe in the law of attraction sometimes you’ll find that what your looking for is right beneath your nose.
In a world filled with uncertainties and setbacks it is important to understand and accept where we are in life. Low confidence typically stems from a lack of faith, self-awareness, and self-acceptance which can usually manifest itself into feeling stuck and locked in. We’ve all been there but there is a way out!
There we were having an afternoon bite at Fred's, Barney's cafe located at the top floor of their Chelsea location, when a heated conversation brewed over beer and coffee got a little frothy. Of course I was the one having the caffeine.
Words like "urban" and "culture" were the culprits to blame in this exchange. I said, "I wore Doc Martens over tightly cuffed jeans", he said, "I wore baggy jeans with loosely tied Timberland boots." These were our uniforms in the 90s, which we called streetwear, but we both agreed it wasn't for everyone. Now I am not going to beat a dead horse and write about what countless articles have already surmised about streetwear. I simply want to share what I believe streetwear was to me and what it means to me today. It goes back to what started our rouse in the first place.
The Berlin based duo of Nan Li and Emilia Pfohl (Nan + Emilia = Namilia) went right to work with their FW17 presentation which seemed to produce its models from a motorcycle repair shop located backstage.