A Trip Down Memory/Bread Lane

As I have told you before, my BFF Bryn is in town, but sadly I am working ridiculous fashion week hours. I went out her first night but there was no way I could do it again last night, so as I was home waiting for images (until 2 am!), Bryn was off galavanting in Green Point and sent me a photo she took along the way that brought back memories of her visit a few years ago where I was lucky enough to join in on the fun, if not make it. It was one of those hot summer Brooklyn nights that turns out unexpected adventure after adventure. This particular rendezvous, involving a serious bread heist, was documented in full detail by Bryn herself. Although the evening itself was hysterical, it's her amazing captions on Facebook that really make me laugh. So I thought I would put it on the blog for a little good old New York summer nostalgia as fall continues its inevitable creep in. 

This is the photo she just sent me:

Remember this place? Our haven

These are the photos from a night in July 2009:

bread! delicious!

megs and I

oh jeeeeezzzz

it's bread time

nice work, megan

her little baaaaby...

...is scrumptious

i second that

the bread walk

in depth conversation about the effects of bread on american culture. it's making megan 2 nervous

get it in their, megan

preparation

the main course

bizarre digestion tactics

Cynthia Rowley

By a stroke of luck I got to sit front for the Cynthia Rowley show last night (see look how close my photos are). As many shows as I have been to, I have never had the luxury of sitting in the very front. It is a little intimidating with those flashing lights and all, but certainly so much better when it comes to seeing the amazing clothes. And amazing they were, from the gold shoes, to the floral prints to the cut-out fabrics. It was definitely a show that reminded me of why I love fashion — which is an important thing to remember when you are working 13 hour days for fashion week for some reason. 

Other people in the front row? A fried-platinum Lindsay Lohan and a my sparkly Miu Miu shoe wearing Alexa Chung. Not bad for a celeb sighting, eh? (Read a funny little piece about them written by the fug girls for the Cut here.) I also decided to include a couple pics of me and my BFFs since 7th grade Bryn and Mary, who I met up with after my 13 hour day — which was probably not the smartest decision I've ever made for more reason than one, but it's not too often Miss Bryn is in town, and a guarantee you have to go out on her first night in the big city if she is. 

Cut It Out!

There is a little folder on my desktop where I have been collecting photos of cutout dresses for some time. Although I don't own one — maybe because my confidence isn't quite at the level it needs to be to pull one off or maybe just because I haven't found the right one yet — I still have a bit of an obsession. And yesterday when I saw this photo (which is certainly not helping that earlier mentioned confidence) of my dear friend Bryn (who will be arriving in NYC for a vacay next week!) on Facebook, I knew it was time to post the bunch. 

Hey Brynnie, can you please wear this when you are in NYC. I can only imagine where the night will take us....

via Harper's BAZAAR

via Miss Pandora

via StyleClicker

via Lulus

via Vanessa Jackman

Little Things I Love About New York...

....Wearing really tall shoes. Here I am with my friend Bryn (she is allowed to wear flats because she is from LA and very tall herself ;) wearing the vintage sandals (from Etsy) I wore all summer a couple years ago. Their five inches never made me stand out or look overdressed, in fact not wearing them was what made me feel out of place. 

But here in Berlin, if I hobbled into one of our bars in sky-high shoes, it wouldn't be me yapping in English, that made me seem like an outsider. Berlin is a lot more casual than NYC, which is refreshing at times, but I can't help but miss all those shoes getting dusty in my makeshift closet. It's not to say people aren't stylish here, but really, who wants to walk in heels on cobblestones? 

The Visitors

My best friend Bryn was just in town for a week and it was so nice. The craziest thing about having her in NYC is it just feels like she lives here and we are going out and hanging out normally like we would do if we were always together like we used to be (despite being a writer I am a big fan of run-on sentences). You know, sometimes it takes a second to get readjusted to someone you haven't seen in a year, not with Bryn. It always just falls into perfect comfortable normalcy. Man i wish she lived here.

A Night Out in the Good Ol' LES

My dearest friend Bryn is in town and since she was last here us Brooklyners have not really been up for the proper night out in the Lower East Side drinking whiskey and dancing at St Geromes like we used to do always, but it just wouldn't have been right to not do it with her. Although i did leave much earlier than my normal feeling healthy self would have, it was a good night full off spontaneous dry humping and pant removals. Take a look.