Acne Verve dress
Norma Kamali tank
MMJ boots
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
brunch
WARNING: PICTURE HEAVY
I hate being tagged a hipster. While I don't think I necessarily fit the stereotypical hipster label (plaid shirts, ironic haircut/facial hair/tattoo/t-shirts, aviator sunglasses, requisite skinny jeans, microbrewed beer, living in Williamsburg, etc), I definitely have so hipster habits. Case in point, brunch. While brunch has long been a tradition carried out by classes of leisure, it seems that it's since become a vested hipster interest. For me, however, brunch is not a meal meant to fit into friends' very busy schedules or timed so that I can see a show or any such complication. Rather, I've come to detest rising early following a night punctuated by tequila, pulsing music, and dancing in crazy heels.
As such, I feel like waking up whenever the hell I feel like and dragging my exhausted butt to the nearest watering hole is only a natural consequence of such a night. Best cure for a night of raucous carousing (and its after effects) is always a good solid breakfast. But who wants to get up at 9 am and make that? I have to be up at 7 every other morning of the week. I love cooking but it's much preferable to have your cravings sated completely WITHOUT having to do any of the work. Hence, my obsession with brunch. Late sleeping+mass consumption of carbs+huge, delicious, labor-free breakfast=AWESOMENESS.
For once, I didn't cart myself hung over to breakfast, but woke up in the forenoon (though not happy about it) and visited l'Ecole, the restaurant of the French Culinary Institute. Broadway and Grand has never been graced with a more fantastic establishment. Prix fixe brunch menu consists of coffee, an appetizer, and a delicious entree for $19.50. Of course, there are various options that you can add that will cost more than that, but even my ravenous appetite was satisfied with only those (and dessert, of course). See food porn below:
After brunch and some youtubing with a best girlfriend, as well as the hunt for the door of the historic-looking HSBC in Williamsburg (wtf does it open???), there was a jaunt for some exquisite chocolate, courtesy of Jacques Torres in DUMBO.
Awesome day.
I hate being tagged a hipster. While I don't think I necessarily fit the stereotypical hipster label (plaid shirts, ironic haircut/facial hair/tattoo/t-shirts, aviator sunglasses, requisite skinny jeans, microbrewed beer, living in Williamsburg, etc), I definitely have so hipster habits. Case in point, brunch. While brunch has long been a tradition carried out by classes of leisure, it seems that it's since become a vested hipster interest. For me, however, brunch is not a meal meant to fit into friends' very busy schedules or timed so that I can see a show or any such complication. Rather, I've come to detest rising early following a night punctuated by tequila, pulsing music, and dancing in crazy heels.
As such, I feel like waking up whenever the hell I feel like and dragging my exhausted butt to the nearest watering hole is only a natural consequence of such a night. Best cure for a night of raucous carousing (and its after effects) is always a good solid breakfast. But who wants to get up at 9 am and make that? I have to be up at 7 every other morning of the week. I love cooking but it's much preferable to have your cravings sated completely WITHOUT having to do any of the work. Hence, my obsession with brunch. Late sleeping+mass consumption of carbs+huge, delicious, labor-free breakfast=AWESOMENESS.
For once, I didn't cart myself hung over to breakfast, but woke up in the forenoon (though not happy about it) and visited l'Ecole, the restaurant of the French Culinary Institute. Broadway and Grand has never been graced with a more fantastic establishment. Prix fixe brunch menu consists of coffee, an appetizer, and a delicious entree for $19.50. Of course, there are various options that you can add that will cost more than that, but even my ravenous appetite was satisfied with only those (and dessert, of course). See food porn below:
After brunch and some youtubing with a best girlfriend, as well as the hunt for the door of the historic-looking HSBC in Williamsburg (wtf does it open???), there was a jaunt for some exquisite chocolate, courtesy of Jacques Torres in DUMBO.
Awesome day.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Delay
Been taking photos like mad. And not posting them. It's also been a crazy week, trying to wrap things up so I could take Friday off. It's such a luxury having a 3 day weekend now. Ah, the life of a so-called 'adult'. Rat racer extraordinaire. Anyway, in other, less dreary news, I went to a party last night, in the lovely borough of Brooklyn, one of those secret-location type shindigs. It was a rave/techno club/house party type shindig. Had a BLAST with a few friends. Photos below. Said shindig was held in a historic church in a very scenic, upper-crusty neighborhood in Fort Greene. I was hesitant about going, but quite pleased with the overall effect. As were my crowd. The party was a wedding theme, and in my AA dress, I felt rather under-dressed, but it was an amazing venue and night. Can't wait to do it AGAIN!
Costumes were amazing. More pictures to come. This post is pretty image heavy already, but I was really excited about it. These guys look amazing. This was one hell of a wedding. Now, with any luck, I'll be able to recover from this gracefully, make it to breakfast with my dad tomorrow and start thinking about med school applications. Again. Yay school. :-(
Costumes were amazing. More pictures to come. This post is pretty image heavy already, but I was really excited about it. These guys look amazing. This was one hell of a wedding. Now, with any luck, I'll be able to recover from this gracefully, make it to breakfast with my dad tomorrow and start thinking about med school applications. Again. Yay school. :-(
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Lost my bearings
So, as I'm now working on two blogs and I've actually misplaced the SD card that had the majority of my pictures on it, I've fallen somewhat behind in posts. I've joined twitter though! Still trying to figure out how to use it... I'm apparently one of those kids who didn't get the electronically-apt genes. Generation Y Fail. I've also been riding my bike. My ancient hand-me-down mountain bike. Imagine how 'amazing' I look when next to someone like this:
I'm hoping that will be me sooner than later. Until then, I will continue to lug my giant bike up and down the subway stairs, or ride to the nearest handicap-accessible train station. Which I did today. My butt hurts in the most strategic of places, removing any comfort I may have while seated ANYWHERE.
But at least the weather was nice and I managed to take some photos with NATURAL light for the first time in bloody ages. So happy about it. I even put a SCARF in my hair! So bold and outgoing, lol. Anyone with help on styling so-called 'ethnic' hair, please drop me a line... PLEASE.
vintage blazer and scarf (in my hair); dkny shorts; trifil tank top; Nicole Miller Jodie pumps; furla bag
I'm hoping that will be me sooner than later. Until then, I will continue to lug my giant bike up and down the subway stairs, or ride to the nearest handicap-accessible train station. Which I did today. My butt hurts in the most strategic of places, removing any comfort I may have while seated ANYWHERE.
But at least the weather was nice and I managed to take some photos with NATURAL light for the first time in bloody ages. So happy about it. I even put a SCARF in my hair! So bold and outgoing, lol. Anyone with help on styling so-called 'ethnic' hair, please drop me a line... PLEASE.
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vintage blazer and scarf (in my hair); dkny shorts; trifil tank top; Nicole Miller Jodie pumps; furla bag
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