Sunday, October 30, 2011
I've always been a fan (my first pair of high-tops was in 3rd grade...maroon colored and the BOMB).
With Dr. Martens coming back in style, I've been tempted on many occasions to buy a pair. I also was a fan of the flower-printed mary jane versions in 3rd grade, as well as the boots. They have them in adult sizes (obviously) and whenever I look at them I feel a pang for those old boots.
But I can't bring myself to buy them...so these black high-tops are the perfect compromise. Chic, comfortable, and streamlined, they're perfect for concert-going or just taking the dog for a walk down the Comm ave mall.
Just spotted this video on Vimeo...throw back to THE BREAKFAST CLUB and still a cute idea for a music video (this post is bouncing between the 80s and 90s...).
My favorites are the glow-in-the-dark Nikes...
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Instead of going to the Dartmouth/Harvard football game this evening due to the stormy weather that even a Deadliest Catch crew member would despise, I stayed in and spent time with my family. I crawled into my wool sweaters (yes, two, I'm freezing; the patterned one is vintage, the green one from Rugby when I used to work there) and found a haven in my mother's amazing roast chicken and vegetables. It's medicinal. Brings me right back to winter break in elementary school after making snow forts in the giant piles of plowed snow in the front yard.
Here's the recipe (in my mother's words):
Roast Chicken + Vegetables
1 large roaster chicken (you can do a small chicken, too, just use fewer vegetables)
1 fennel bulb, chopped into about 2" pieces ( cut off the "branches" and fronds, discard... not using them)
baby carrots, as many as you like
about 4 red potatoes quartered
1 yellow onion chopped
4-5 bulbs garlic, chopped roughly
1 turnip chopped into about 1 " pieces
herbes de provence, salt pepper
Better Than Bouillon Chicken Base
Set oven to 375 degrees. Place chicken in roasting pan. if you don't have one buy a disposable pan that fits all the ingredients, not too big not too small depends :)
Place vegetables all around the chicken.
Pour about 1/4 olive oil (could be more or less, you want to put some on, but you're not coating it!) over the chicken and vegetables.
Season with salt, pepper and herbes de provence on everything.
Place in oven, but check after about 45 minutes or so and move the vegetables around a bit with a fork so they aren't sticking to the pan. Add about 3/4 cup of water when the chicken starts to brown so nothing sticks. When the chicken is roasted (juices from leg run clear when pierced with a fork OR the plastic thing pops up) add about 1 1/2 cups of water with about 2 teaspoons Chicken Base, to taste though you can add more if you want to :)
Place chicken on separate plater and into slices. Skim fat off of vegetables in pan. Voila!
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
I saw my breath for the first time this fall while sitting outside on a cold, granite bench. This clearly means it's time to break out the warm sweaters; the camel one above I've had for years and goes with just about anything. I just got this delightful vintage leather mini (I checked the mirrors to make sure it didn't look too Fran Drescher-Nanny-esque) and thought it would pair nicely with an intriguing rust tank and said sweater. To finish it off, I used my beloved beadwork belt from Telluride. It also pretty much goes with anything.
Ugh, I can't shake the image of The Nanny from my mind, now...as much as the thought of Telluride should outweigh it...ok I have to share this with you (scrub ahead to 8:00)...oy!
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
I'm so sick of the cupcake trend. There is only one place in the Boston area that makes a damn good cupcake, and that's Party Favors in Brookline. Seriously. Get ready for my post on that. Frosting pigs? Bien sur!
Anyway, as the fall weather sets in, all I crave for desserts are warm, melty, cinnamon sweets, like the sticky bun above from Flour Bakery in Cambridge (Ok, I have yet to try their cupcakes...I'm sure they are splendid). Paired with a hot latte and that brisk air, the air that gives me that itch to dive into a giant pile of leaves, that sticky bun showers my soul in all that is good.
My love of sweet things has also translated into my wardrobe; I'm loving the pink minidress I got from Vintage Revenge (before I made my film...click here) last fall. It's got the right amount of confection and clean lines that makes it modern and playful, bringing the 1960s to 2011. I adore it with my frighteningly high platform wedges from Urban Outfitters.
Nommy nom all around.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
When was the last time you used a pay phone and placed a collect call? I used to be a pro at that, feeling all independent at camp and calling, I don't know, my mom to make sure she was picking me up at 3PM on Friday. This phone, in particular, looked like one that Beyonce and Gaga would covet...
Walking down Mass Ave this afternoon, I not only spotted this phone but a super cool fire alarm, too. I'm totally going to make T-shirt of that design. Yes. Or wouldn't it make an awesome cupboard or place to keep little trinkets? Yes. Again.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Check out the piece I wrote for The Dartmouth Independent here.
"Monte Carlo, 1890s. Your boat pulls into the harbor, and your staff begins unloading your luggage: trunks upon trunks of the latest Paris fashions, sure to dazzle the friends whom you must meet for lunch. It had been difficult to choose which bustle would most impress your new acquaintances—that duke and duchess of wherever—so you packed everything and more. Or, rather, your staff did. You are relieved to have your entire wardrobe with you across the sea. The worst problem is not having the right thing to wear.
Back in the times of Edith Wharton’s House of Mirth and Gwendolen Fairfax, it bordered on a crime for the wealthy and frivolous to not have enough clothing at their disposal. But as corsets loosened and shirt tails shrunk, so did the size of suitcases. Now, trunks have become coffee tables—how I long for you, vintage Louis Vuitton—and packing has become a burden. Suddenly oppressed with the task of moving its own belongings, the modern leisure class has learned to edit down traveling wardrobes to avoid making those extra trips to the fifth floor. For 21st century 20-somethings, increasingly nomadic lifestyles induce wardrobes to shrink even more. As items are packed and re-packed, thrown out and given away, the pared-down wardrobe becomes the entire collection—an extension of a young person's identity, evolving with them as they move and grow."
Monday, October 10, 2011
When I was little and danced ballet, I remember seeing the principle dancers donning these slippers while warming up at the barre. I thought it was immensely cool, so I ultimately bought a pair that saw several years of prancing and toe-pointing. Those slippers died, but I finally found another pair a couple of years ago at a Himalayan outfitter on Newbury Street. Soft, slouchy, and so comfy, I'm actually looking forward to wearing these slippers as the kitchen floor grows colder and colder before work. But first this heat wave has to pass (my emotions about summer weather in October are so mixed right now; what's wrong with me?)...