so this is my very groovy co-worker, Lecia, who is a copywriter/project manager.
she has such ubiquitous charm…and yes, pun intended; because this particular day i walked past her cube, and she was wearing this charm necklace she made, (!) that jetted me right back into my childhood happy place with all of the miniature toy charms i used to have, hoard and treasure.
a happy place indeed.
not to mention how insanely cozy-quirky-quirky-cozy her cube is – replete with vintage lamps, owls, old luggage, a porch chair and a mailbox that i'll have to feature in a future post. and these great vintage ads that harken back to earlier days of the retailer for whom we work (look closely, you'll see). The last ad (Slack-o-Rama! who wouldn't want a Slack-o-Rama?) she found when unwrapping some vintage dishes that her grandmother gave her, and she rescued & repurposed them for a clever dose of cube art.
so – trapped inside from an unforeseen ice storm in the middle of Dallas, a little cabin fever set in and so i trekked out on foot into the Icepocalypse with my beloved sidekick and partner in crime (my 15 year old daughter) to Starbucks and indulged in the greatest, most scrumpdillyicious breve latte…
the foam was that strong and that fan-farking-tastic, that the straw stood up by itself.
(special thanks to barista Milan Baweja)
when i came across this person & this image…i kind of sat on it for a bit, not sure when to use it for a post…and then i realized how apropos it is for the day before Thanksgiving – a time when we spend large concentrated amounts of time with our families and relatives that we're glad to see…but it also can be maddening. maybe you're visiting in-laws, or your divorced sets of parents, or people you've 'adopted' for the holiday. and so i realized how connected this image is in the grand scheme of things.
the main thing you have to do is MAINTAIN YOUR SENSE OF HUMOR.
this guy obviously carries around Benny Hill and his sense of humor emblazoned on the circumference of his calf for some very important reason. and he's absolutely right.
i must admit that slapstick comedy is really my least favorite – but my dad loves Benny Hill, and dissolves into giggles when watching the Benny Hill reruns like a little boy (unlike the 75 year old man that he actually is) and so i figured that i would encourage everyone who is visiting in-laws, or future in-laws, or the complicated dynamics of your very own family tomorrow for Thanksgiving – to just embrace the whole glorious messiness of it all, and pretend that you're in one of those quirky independent films and sitting in the audience laughing at your own plight, and just enjoy the hell out of it all.
although this is a throwback from Halloween…i actually saw a woman named Danielle wearing these badass shoes at work, and she was in stylin' gangsta costume.
but apart from the Halloween factor…how great are these SHOES. i mean…brass knuckles for heels!
they were off the chain, and she really pulled them off. i fully expected an armed car full of men in stylish zoot suits, Chicago mafioso style, waiting for her around the corner.
(ok, so maybe only in my imagination.)
check it out.
this is Nik, who I just ran across randomly at one of my boyfriend's cyclocross races near Austin.
love her rockabilly 1940′s style mixed with the Rosie the Riveter headwrap, mixed with cowboy boots and the cool vintage dress.
and the beautifully executed tattoo.
and… the best part?
THE BROWNIE PIN.
(i was a Brownie when i was little, and fond memories – so it jumped right out at me)
i think she said her mom found it when cleaning out some stuff and gave it back to her.
what a great expression of personal style.
came across this stylin' guy, Travis, who had these amaze fly kicks (no pun intended…promise).
a vintage-ish (4-5 years old) Jeremy Scott collaboration with adidas.
SILVER KICKS WITH WINGS. silver.
made me think of a fav film of mine…a classic that you should definitely put in your Netflix queue: Wings of Desire by Wim Wenders. (skip the 1998 remake with Meg Ryan and go right to the german one, the real deal!)
anyway, i gotta admire someone who makes a statement on their feet…and that he aspires to fly.
at least on terra firma.
ok, i couldn't resist the nod to the post-punk band Gang of Four song from the 80's when i titled this post…
because it made me think of how i feel, when as a formerly embedded NYC dweller, i see products that remind me of the place as if it was not just a city – but a former lover; i get all anthropomorphic about my emotions attached to that city as if it were a person…and when i see things that harken to the place, i get these weird pangs – kind of like brazilians describe the word and the sentiment of "saudade."
so the other day i ran into this little genius paper (yes, paper!) clutch by Kate Spade while out shopping, and i felt like i had to have it. it looked just like a map! i didn't buy it…but it conjured up a memory so strong that i have to admit, i was a little bit obsessed.
when i first moved to NYC after college, i had a very certain street map (which of course i didn't DARE pull out in public!) after i began to find my way around the concrete jungle grid, i still kept that map close at hand. one summer day while in a sublet in Westbeth i had the windows open, and a big gust of wind blew my beloved map right out the window and onto the abandoned train tracks several floors below (which is now part of the High Line). i was CRUSHED. the torture! it sat there for days. i mean…i *could have just gone to any news stand on any street and bought another map; but the truth is, i was attached to it, and it represented my small-town-to-big-city struggle – not to mention progress.
it sat there on those train tracks for 2 days. i looked at it; *LE SIGH.
then on the third day, i was looking out the window, and i saw another gust of wind carry it into the air and jettison it down to the sidewalk…several more floors down. i RAN to the elevator and hauled ass to get that map; and i did. it was no easy feat before it got blown away into the skyscraper landscape.
i still have that map to this day, 25 years later.