Thursday, December 6, 2012
New York State
Monday, April 9, 2012
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Divine Chairs
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Sessed: Donni Charm
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Limelight Marketplace and Brocade
It used to be a church, which is fairly obvious when looking at it from the outside. Then, a nightclub and then a private event space. Now it is transformed into shops but maintains the church design. It's easy to get lost but fun because every corner is a new space. My friends and I stumbled upon this really cool lounge area that I bet we will never find again.
We made it to this spot through Brocade. This store is right up my ally. Even cooler is the set up the store has. Its just like a home so you can really get a feel for the stuff. Even down to the bedrooms that are sized for Manhattan ones. Just check this stuff out!
Monday, August 8, 2011
Friendly Fires at Summerstage
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
New Yorkers For Children Spring Gala 2011
When: April 12, 2011
Where: Mandarin Oriental, New York
What: A Fool's Fete. More than $550,000 was raised to benefit youth in foster care. The event was designed by David Stark.
Why do I care: Well besides a good cause, it looked fun!
The Kitchen NYC + Chef Jet Tila + TY KU
Friday, March 25, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
This Week In Movies
Bill Cunningham New York
A documentary portrait of the legendary, ascetic New York street photographer.
By Nathan HellerPosted Friday, March 18, 2011, at 6:32 PM ETManhattan, it is well-known, is an island nation governed by peacocks. Trolling up and down the city's concrete channels, gazing into restaurants, you see a spread of lavish fabrics boldly worn, garments exotically blended, women gorgeously done-up and men dressed studiously down, each eyeing the other for a moment before rushing headlong back into the throng. For those who can't spend hours wide-eyed on a street corner every day, there is Bill Cunningham. The New York Timesphotographer shoots and curates the paper's "On the Street" and "Evening Hours" photo columns—weekly roundups of sidewalk and nightlife shots beloved by fashion doyens and people-watchers alike—and after more than three decades on the job, his visual chronicles have gained an avid, almost cultish following. This week brings the limited release of the first feature-length tribute, Bill Cunningham New York (Zeitgeist Films), a documentary about the man and his city by director Richard Press. The movie takes us on a tour of Cunningham's eccentric life and stranger social circle, hewing closely, all the while, to its subject's style and ethic: Using the low-key approach that shapes Cunningham's column, Press works up a portrait that's as raw, gentle, funny, and—in the end—irresistible as the pictures themselves.
In this, he has ample help from his subject. The Bill Cunningham captured here is a puckish, eightysomething man with electric energy and a wish to devour all of New York through his camera lens. Aboard his bike, he weaves through lurching Midtown traffic with his left hand while occasionally snapping drive-by pictures with his right. (No helmet is involved.) On foot, he camps out on street corners to assess passing pedestrians, swaying toward passing dresses like someone keyed up for a game of Whac-A-Mole. Then, all at once and with a single swoop, he lunges, snaps, and melts back into urban anonymity. What's he hunting for? "Some marvelous, exotic bird of paradise," he coos, "meaning a very elegant and stunning woman or someone wearing somethingterrific." Back at the Times, Press' cameras find Cunningham surfing frantically on the back end of his deadlines, skipping meals, crossing out negatives, and trying to get his page just so. The curve of someone's hip should echo a draped garment one frame over. Bright colors on a dress should play counterpoint off a nearby coat. Cunningham started as a print journalist and retains a writer's sense of composition, a reporter's eye for news. His photo essays call outpatterns, mark trends, and flow with soft humor, giving space to flamboyant characters oroutlandish excesses. Where most fashion photographers strive for something like sartorial perfection, Cunningham delights in catching well-dressed people splashing messily through slush.
An irony shapes this pursuit, and Press' movie—one that's based in the gap between Cunningham's lush work and his weirdly ascetic life. Although he may be one of the few people alive capable of making Vogue Editor-in-Chief Anna Wintour go all wobbly inside—"It's one snap, two snaps, or he ignores you, which is death," she exclaims—the photographer himself seems to own about five hangers of clothing (mostly blue), dines on the cheap (his favorite repast is a sausage-and-egg-sandwich special, $3), and is so detached from the glamorous events he covers that he'll refuse even water when he's on the job. The documentary's chief plot point is Cunningham's looming eviction from his tiny studio over Carnegie Hall, a space where he has dwelled for decades. It has no private bathroom or kitchen. When he started taking pictures after hours for the nascent Details in the early '80s, he refused to be paid. When that magazine got bought by Condé Nast, he wouldn't cash his check. "If you don't take money, they can't tell you what to do, kid!" he advises us at one point. "That's the key to the whole thing: Don't! Touch! Money!"
Photographing money is something else: Part of the pleasure of this documentary is being shown not just Cunningham's working process but the world of power brokers, fashion mavens, and well-dressed eccentrics transformed by his camera over the years. It is a colorful bunch. In one interview, Patrick McDonald, aka "the Dandy," explains why he always covers his face while changing hats; in another, Iris Apfel, better known as that lady with the glasses, lovingly strokes a stuffed animal seated on the couch beside her. We meet Editta Sherman, photographer to the stars and fellow Carnegie Hall evictee. (Editta is a self-taught ballerina, too, and in one lick of footage needlessly but irresistibly spliced into the film, we see her performing the dance of the swan from Carnival of the Animals, a thing she liked to do for guests whenever there was a full moon.) Cunningham was the only press photographer invited to Brooke Astor's 100th birthday, and yet he also mingles his camera with kids clubbing downtown or garment workers picketing in Midtown. By his own account, he doesn't care about famous people, many of whom he doesn't recognize—he has no TV—just their clothes. He comes across as someone who has found his way into the stuffy center of the palace chasing butterflies.
The hidden subject of Bill Cunningham New York is the space between the fashion industry and fashion as it's worn and loved by real people. Cunningham spans the gap between the two, and so, deftly, does Press. Shot with noninvasive consumer cameras and no crew over months, then winnowed, the director's approach is a direct echo of Cunningham's—and his product shares the subject's upbeat, nonconfrontational style. The film's climax, when the neurotically private, self-effacing Cunningham is asked about his past experiences with sex and religion, is filmed on a diagonal, from a distance of a few feet. It's the least dramatic treatment that this crucial interview could possibly have and, as a consequence, the frankest, rawest moment of the documentary. Press seems to know what Cunningham knows, which is that the camera isn't so much a pen (or a sword) as an open ear, an instrument for picking up the moments of quiet greatness real people sometimes create for themselves. Or, as the photographer himself put it, tearing up as he received one of France's top honors in the arts, "It's as true today as it ever was: He who seeks beauty will find it."
Source: http://www.slate.com/id/2288743/
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
NYC Holiday
Food, one of my favorite subjects, and generally what I base my plans around. We went to Ed's Lobster Cart for lunch and it was the best lobster roll I have ever had (the most expensive also). Also checked out the Standard Hotel Bier Garden. $8 ticket gets you a beer, brat or pretzel. The pretzels were the biggest things I have ever seen and came with a sweet and a spicy mustard sauce which I thoroughly enjoyed. I would go back here again for sure. Stumbled over to the Frying Pan after that and got some prime seating in the front of the boat and watched the sunset. Also enjoyed brunch at Good where I had a Basil & Goat Cheese omelet on a sourdough slice of toast and the following day, eggs benedict at my fave, The Smith.
For the 4th I set up a little picnic spot for my friends in Central Park and spent the day there relaxing. It's the one thing I wanted to do and I did it so I was thrilled. Then some friends and I walked down to the west side to watch the world famous fireworks. A guy even proposed to his lady friend in front of us during it (she said yes).
The only real problem I had was that I hate being a visitor in my own city. I was spoiled having an apartment there. It's stressful staying outside the city and having to worry about if you brought everything you need for the day. By the end of the day I was so exhausted, I didn't even have the energy to go out at night which kinda stunk cuz I was hoping to. Oh well, I'll be back!
Sunday, June 27, 2010
New York Things
Bond No.9
Eau de Parfume has an amazingly aesthetic collection that happens to smell nice too. It "has a dual mission: To restore artistry to perfumery, and to mark every New York neighborhood with a scent of its own. Each fragrance represents a specific downtown, midtown, or uptown locale or a city-wide sensibility. With new introductions in the coming seasons, Bond No. 9 infuses the island of Manhattan with scents." Pretty cool concept!

Absolut Brooklyn

Infused with ginger and apple flavors and matched with a celeb, Spike Lee. $50,000 will be donated to Habitat For Humanity's Project Bed-Stuy. To learn more about the product, check out their facebook page.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Yoga In The Park (and Rain, Sorta)



Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Why me MTV? I'll Tell Ya!

As I am sure you all know by now, I am campaigning for a spot in the MTV TJ search. This is my DREAM JOB and I am PSYCHED!
1. I am part of the MTV generation. Been watching it for years and don't plan on stopping any time soon.
2. Total music affectionado.
3. Pop culture is my specialty.
4. I am red carpet trained. Been to a few from my entertainment publicist days.
5. Know how to talk to celebrities/people in general. For some reason, conversation is just as easy with a billionaire movie star as it is for me with my neighbor. In fact, it has lead to many great times such as dancing with Snoop Dogg, a piggyback ride from Michael Strahan at his Superbowl Party and driving Lewis Black to the airport.
6. I never forget a face and treat everyone like a celeb.
7. I am somewhat tech savvy. Since the social media craze, people have been telling me I have a "talent" for it, whatever that means!
8. Love New York City, traveling and being at events.
9. Adjectives that describe me: creative, hard working, dedicated, motivated, adventurous, awkward, funny, witty, diverse, youthful (and apparently after this list, somewhat conceited).
10. Capable of being engaging and appropriate, even in 140 characters. Also very audience conscious.
12. I need a job, want this job, and read the entire contract and am 100% eligible!
So there it is in the smallest nutshell I could think of. Of coarse I'll be following up with a video as well, keep an eye out for that soon.
If this totally convinced you that I am the girl for the job, please follow me on twitter @beccameyers, facebook friend me - Becca Meyers, and post to all of your friends after you go vote for me, @beccameyers at http://tj.mtv.com/open-nomination/
Thanks!
Monday, June 14, 2010
Ronson Love
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Hoax

Monday, March 29, 2010
Kell On Earth Season Finale
