Showing posts with label events. Show all posts
Showing posts with label events. Show all posts

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Eskimo Spring in New York



Well, it's practically May but you wouldn't know it up here . . . we had lovely weather last week but the cold snap is back. Thankfully, there's enough to do indoors in New York to distract ourselves from the apocalyptic doom that awaits our progeny because of the damage we've done to the environment. As my friend E. said once, our kids will ask, "Mommy, what was winter like?"



Film Forum's having a Jean-Luc Goddard explosion the next five weeks. These puppies are going to sell-out like hotcakes, but I'll be there with my Jean Seberg haircut and my ray-bans if you need me.



Sarah Manguso's gorgeous and gut-wrenching memoir, The Two Kinds of Decay, pubs at the end of May.

Check out my friend Ryan McIlvain's short story, "Keep it Bible," in the current issue of The Paris Review.



Supermodel Agyness Deyn napoleons the May issue of I-D magazine with six, count 'em, six covers. Not only does the issue include some gorgeous fashion photography (starring Ms. Deyn, of course) it also features interviews with her bf and her mama . . . and Aggy interviews Vivienne Westwood.



Madonna's new record, Hard Candy, drops just in time for her fiftieth birthday. Material Girl, indeed.

John Turturro stars in BAM's production of Samuel Beckett's Endgame.

And, last, but not least, my Malcolm X glasses should arrive from Urban Outfitters.



So snuggle up with a movie or book, ladies and gents.

Spring, we'll wait for you to call.

Friday, January 18, 2008

It's Friday, and I Have an Addiction



I'm currently trying to distract myself from endless clicks of the mouse that will fire more bullets into the already decimated mess that is my checking account. These are making it very difficult. I have a love/hate relationship with American Apparel. I love their clothes and I live in their leggings. But before I had a real job I interviewed there, and they forced me to model a silver tube top without a bra. (Ok, I admit it, the modeling-delusion in me sort of had fun).

The fact of the matter is I cannot afford to buy clothes right now.

No, no, no, no.



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I will instead focus on my mission against cultural procrasination.

1. Last night I went to the kick off of the FSG Reading Series, hosted by my lovely friend Gena and our editor Lorin, at the Russian Samovar. Click here for more info. Sam Lipsyte and Richard Price read, and it was packed! The Russian Samovar infuses their own vodka. I had the pomegrante, which I highly recommend. The Peach was also a hit. We spotted Zadie Smith, who is even more beautiful in person. In fact, she literally glows.

2. Tonight I'm off to my friend WMC's The PAGE Series reading in tribute to Donald Barthelme. Featured readers include: Ed Hirsch, Donald Antrim, and Ted Mooney. 7pm, The National Arts Club. Free and open to the public!

3. Sometime this weekend I MUST see this movie. It is essential to this weekend. In fact, my weekend will not be COMPLETE until I have seen this film.

4. Also, I have to see There Will Be Blood.

5. And finally, on Tuesday I'll mosey over to The Sartorialist's opening at Danziger Projects, which Joanna pointed out on her fabulous blog this morning.

Hopefully, if my weekend is filled with enough kultur, I can avoid purchasing these:




Sigh.