Photo: Courtesy of East River Ferry; Rebecca Ashley Photography; courtesy of Tom Fruin and Wythe Hotel
I've got some major love for my Brookln borough, and so I was so flattered to be included in Elle Decor's recent round-up of their fave BK spots.
They asked a bunch of Elle staffers, as well as some Brooklyn bloggers, which places in the borough they just couldn't live without. Some of my blogging buds also contributed: Brooklyn Limestone, Remodelista and Curbed.
Thanks, Elle Decor! Me love you long time.
And if you ever feel like immersing yourself in the insanity that is my neighborhood in Brooklyn, Park Slope, hop on over to my other blog F'd in Park Slope for a good laugh...or cry.
Take a good long look at this pic. Are your eyes bleeding now? Brain melting through your ears? Cells jumping out of your body just so that they don't have to absorb those colors for one more hot second?.
Yeah, that's what I thought.
Paint is truly like the gateway drug to interior design. And yeah: most people need to be nominated for an ep of "Intervention."
If you think this crazy paintin shit is uncommon, I'm here to tell you that you are wrong, wronger and wrongest.
The reason I know this is because I regularly look at real estate ads. LOTS of real estate ads. Real estate ads for houses, across a fairly wide spectrum of prices, in three different states. And the most common feature that all of these houses share, is that a vast majority of these joints look like Rainbow Brite and Lucky the Leprachaun got high, ate bad California Rolls, and then threw up all the hell all over the place.
I cannot even tell you how excited I was to pick up my Domino special edition mag on Friday (hint: I WAS SO FRIGGIN EXCITED!). After trying to pick one up on my way to work ("they haven't arrived yet!" said my magazine stand guy), I ducked out at lunch to try again.
I took a spin around the store, and...nothing. So I asked my mag pal dude if they had arrived yet. He told me to follow him, and the guy literally pulled out a copy from behind the counter and said "I saved you one...the rest already sold out."
I swear to you, my heart actually started beating faster as I held the slick, shiny papered mag in my hands. I quickly fanned through it and the thing even smelled good. YES! THIS IS HAPPENING! I happily pulled out my eleven fucking dollars (!!) and skipped out the door.
I don't look at cars, or care about cars, or realy ever notice cars...until I saw this thing parked in front of our building.
It's a Range Rover Evoque, and it is totally fucking stunning, ppl. Like I stopped in my tracks and actually gasped aloud when I saw it.
After I walked my dog's furry ass around the block, I came home and googled, and lo and behold: this thing was designed by Victoria Beckham!?
So, for awhile I was on this kick where I was getting all of my magazines on my iPad. Here's why I loved that: MAGAZINES ARE HEAVY AS SHIT. I live in NYC, so everything I need has to get shlepped around in my purse. But on my iPad, I always had all of my mags with me, all of the time (and they were light as a feather).
But somehow lately I've fallen back into my buying actual physical magazines habit. First I had some time to kill before an appt the other day, so I dropped 10 large on a fancy shmancy European design magazine. Then I was sitting at Hunan Delight the other night and waiting for my Chow Fun when some chick handed me a Fast Company on the way out to see if I wanted to read it while I waited.
Well, yes...yes, I did.
Finishing the last 10% of our apt is sort of like losing those last 10 pounds: IT'S COMPLETELY FRIGGIN IMPOSSIBLE.
At least for me. And I honestly have no clue why.
Here is a list of stuff that should have been done back when George W. Bush was president:
* There are no pulls on any of the drawers or cabinets in our kitchen. My Twitter BFF, the awesomely talented Meredith Heron even tried to help me out with this shiz all the way from Canada. And yet there they all sit...naked. Here's my problem, every pull I love costs a million dollars each (aka $50 and up). Every pull that is less than $50 I either don't like or feel meh about.
If you've ever read this blog before, you might have picked up on the fact that I'm TV obsessed. And I don't mean obsessed with a lower case O either ppl, I mean TOTALLY FUCKING CAN'T STOP TILL I GET ENOUGH AND I NEVER GET ENOUGH OBSESSED.
TV is my thing and, goddamit, I just love it so hard.
I need to watch a TV show after I wake up and get ready for work in the morn while I eat my breakfast. I need to watch TV at night before I go to bed. I have TV shows that I full on watch and love and then I have a secondary and third tier of TV shows that I halfway watch while I play on my computer or clean my apartment (I mean, how completely insane is that?!). I need to watch TV on the weekends when I'm laying around and don't feel like moving, and I NEED to watch TV on planes and trains. You get the gist.