Posts Tagged ‘brooklyn’

At some point I’ll publish a guide to the best Brooklyn (Ok, probably just Williamsburg) boutiques, but until then, I NEED you to see what I spy from my kitchen window every night (and for which I have developed a platonic love):

Ok, this bag is actually part of a much more fabulous display at the tiny, almost-never-open-for-business Shana Tabor’s In God We Trust boutique on Wythe Ave, near Bedford Ave. (I understand they have other locations that are more accessible.)  The imaginative blurb on the inspiration for the boutique reads: “the spirit of the boy who refused to grow up pervades the warmly lit, inviting space. Here, both men and women can find clothing and accessories that suggest wistful whimsy and Tabor’s belief in ‘uniting the adventure, play, and fantasy of youth with grown-up ensembles that can be taken seriously.'”

Pair that tote with this mini-duffel…

…combine with Standard Finery looks (see previous post) and you are all set for a dandy spring getaway weekend, whether you’re traveling to Nantucket or Never Never Land.  Hurray! Shop here.


Update: I purchased the weekender for my globetrotting brother after weeks of pining.  I hear that they’re made in Portland, Oregon, by a company that specializes in heavy duty canvas wear & tents: indestructible and irrestible!   On my visit, I noticed that if you want the whole set, there are two other smaller bags, including a shaving case + toiletry bag, perfect inserts for the larger carry-alls.


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On a lazy Sunday afternoon, on a mission to find obscure superfoods/raw milk (damn your wimpy dairy section, Urban Rustic!), I wandered into an apothecary at the fabulous Woodley & Bunny salon-cum-beauty-center off the Bedford stop in trendy-to-death Williamsburg.

I proceeded to sniff my way around its exquisite paaarrfum selection and ended up gravitating to a display of overturned glass funnels.

Upon lifting and inhaling, I was taken to another dimension (not THAT dimension).  Or, to say it better, transported to 1828, to Jules Verne’s lapel (bear with me).  At the  time, though, it smelled of the aristocratic Italian waifs I had just partied with the night before in a sprawling Soho loft: smoky, musky, totally luxe, masculine, yet on a woman, irresistibly feminine.  Please, feast your eyes (with a saint’s aureola beaming from it & an otherworldly ‘awe’/’behold’ sound dancing in your ears) on the beyond-Hermes, super luxury, I-didn’t-know-what-perfume-was-until-I-met-you 1828:

I will let the website (soooo J. Peterman!) explain the inspiration for this divine parfum:

“He was born in Nantes, at the beginning of this century of discoveries. The close ocean would take him far away, inspiring him extraordinary adventure novels. Inspired by Jules Verne, the father of litterary science fiction, this eau de parfum for modern globe-trotters, breathes its aromatic Hesperides-like scents, just as a marine breeze over a wild heath. A freshness tinted with sophistication. ”

Where do these insane product manifestoes come from? Why the creatore of the parfums, Gérald Ghislain, the creator, of course, of the entire line, called the Bibliotheque, or library.  Please, read his biography:

“GG wrote his own story with the frantic rhythm of a passionate jack of all trades.  An epicurean, he tastes all of life’s savors, sprinkling his daily life with refined luxury. In love, he gives his all to his projects. Insatiable wonderer, he listens, reads and discovers, drawing inspiration from his trips and encounters. His adventures began in front of an oven. He is still the happy owner of a restaurant and a bar in Paris. Enlightened lover of live arts, he produced Sentires in 2004 , a Flamenco show  touring x the world.  Perfumery is an old dream of his. Following a solid training at ISIPCA, Gérald founded Histoires de Parfums in 1999 and created a collection of twelve rare and delicate perfumes. Fulfilled, he has the firm intention of pursuing the adventure and telling many more Histoires de Parfums.”

Can I meet you?! Can I smell you?!

Oh, and, the Marquis de Sade’s neck smelled of…? “The libertine writer would undoubtedly have enjoyed the audacity of this spiced wooded scent, an invitation to pleasure with its bergamot and Davana Sensualis hints, rounded with patchouli and everlasting flower.”  No wonder he got so many people to do so many, um, amorous activities. I might be tempted too, if he were wearing 1740.


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my interest in fashion is only half about the funness of dressing up. the other half, is more sociological in nature. why do people choose to clothe themselves the way they do? is it to stick out or fit in? why do so many so-called countercultures seem to adhere to a uniform, when their credos so often revolve around the idea of being different? do they dress to set themselves apart from the mainstream, or to fit in with other members of their own, more selective group? which comes first, the socialization or the mimicry of style? how does dov charney know exactly what every resident of williamsburg, brooklyn wants to be wearing, always? and so on.

exactitudes is a photo project undertaken by ari versluis, a rotterdam-based photographer, and ellie uyttenbroek. since 1994 they’ve been documenting the fashion habits of social groups, resulting in “an almost scientific, anthropological record of people’s attempts to distinguish themselves from others by assuming a group identity”.

take a look, and now go get dressed.

[ stefanie ]

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new animal collective, hooray!


nevermind the inauguration. go see them in new york on 20 january. it will be a magical concert going experience.

animal-collective(in paris, last year)


if you are still around two days later, matt and kim are playing in williamsburg. go. ’twill be the funnest show, ever. promise.


[ stefanie ]

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here are some nifty websites to check out.

oh my rockness lists tons of indie shows going on in new york, chicago, and la. you can click on tabs to see only the recommended shows, or only the freshly listed shows, but we prefer to see only the free shows.

myopenbar.com is an equally super resource, taking the time to compile and share tons of drink specials and happy hours in manhattan and brooklyn (and san francisco, and la, and chicago, and honolulu, and miami). because alcohol is always better, when it is free.

FREEwilliamsburg is a little more blog-y than the aforementioned blogs, but in between posts about LOLhipsters and prop 8: the musical, there are posts about free concerts and free art and free culture and free fun things to do (as well as links to a billion restaurants, bars, and other nyc/culture based sites). free free free. in williamsburg. in brooklyn.

now go out and buy yourself something pretty.

[ stefanie ]

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a membership to MoMA is an extremely worthwhile investment.

our favorite exhibition of the summer was by copenhagen-born artist olafur eliasson, called take your time. his art is absolutely conceptual in its orientation, but it was conceptual with a purpose in mind other than just proving itself edgy or avant-garde, which we feel is an enormous problem with a lot of contemporary art these days (the spring exhibition at palais de tokyo, for example, included a room full of men playing paintball and it made us giggle but it felt half-hearted and did not stimulate any of our senses, and did not provoke any sort of thought, and art that doesn’t even intrigue is just sorta lame). eliasson’s room-sized installations explore color, light, and temporality, in simple subtle ways that cut straight past intellectualism and wordiness in favor of overwhelming the senses in a warm yet mind-boggling manner. in the room pictured up top, the walls slowly and almost imperceptibly shifted colors from one neon pastel to another, and we felt warm and serene as if we were standing in a fluorescent womb.

eliasson also rigged up some waterfalls around manhattan which got rave reviews. i craned my neck to see one while riding the subway out to coney island for the village voice siren festival as we passed over the brooklyn bridge, but was facing the wrong direction. bummer.

[ stefanie ]

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