I posted over at Popcorn Youth about tonight’s show with Pepi Ginsberg. My friend Amnon – who also plays in the amazing bands Normal Love and Zs – is part of her group and I can’t wait to catch up and see him with a new face. The last time I was at the Soda Bar it was to see Sudden Infant so this will be an interesting shift in genre for the space, ha. Anyway I just wanted to comment here that Pepi is so striking and that I want to own that floral jumpsuit.
More information about the show here, but this is really just to admire how lovely she is.
“I wish that I could begin to describe with a physical mark with a pen the way that I see the world,” [Ginsberg] says. “But I became increasingly frustrated ’cause I realized that maybe that wasn’t the best way that I could communicate the things that I was seeing. I feel like I’m painting a picture with language, and so in that way it informs it. Whereas if I could translate it with a paintbrush, I would, but I can’t.”
“It’s like if you hear a word that you’ve never heard before and all of a sudden you seem to start to see it everywhere,” she says. “That’s just how I felt about the color orange on a particular day.”
“She says, ‘I’m praying to orange, I’m praying to the mundane, I’m praying to a color, I’m praying to something that doesn’t matter, I’m gonna pray to things of this world that everyone can have.’ ”
One of the best bits about living alone is that you only have yourself to answer for when thinking about cooking your next meal. I often make a gigantic pot of dried beans and eat them throughout the week, and I never have to worry about fatiguing someone else’s palette. Very rarely do I get tired of a pot of black beans – this batch was simmered with lemon thyme, chicken broth, 1/2 red onion, garlic and a few limes for about 45 minutes so the beans stayed super firm. I’ve been eating them for lunch for the past few days and the flavor has only intensified. I’m so simple, I like to eat these on their own with a little avocado in a bowl or next to a salad on a plate, but these would be perfect mixed into rice, folded into a burrito, pureed for a soup, mashed into a dip, or baked into empanadas.
PS. People in California have it so good. Strawberries in February? Truly bizarre.
10 minute lunch, 4 ingredients. 2 farmer’s market tomatoes, 1 shallot and 2 cloves garlic are cooked down at high heat for 5 minutes. Finished with parsley, salt and pepper and really fruity olive oil, this weirdly tasted more like salsa than a fresh pasta sauce. Oh well. It was still the perfect bowl of summertime lunch, and disappeared into my gullet in less time than it took to make it.
The most perfect color palette from NYFW that I’ve seen thus far. Drug rug skirt?? Plus, pockets!
Sometimes above all else, I value vivid color in my food. The other night I fried farmer’s market banana fingerlings in butter, smoked paprika and with a handful of roasted beets. The potatoes turned a lovely deep blush fuschia color. The next day, when I cubed the leftover fingerlings for a simple potato/beet hash, I saw that their creamy white insides formed an insane gradient. Ombre potatoes!!!
Three-day old (!) escarole salad still crisp, cold and bitter the next day, with thinly sliced Belgian white endives, roasted walnuts and a mustard-lemon vinaigrette.
Leftover broiled salmon, marinated in cumin, olive oil, lime zest and cilantro.
Any excuse to make guacamole. Salmon and avocado is one of the most blissful combinations ever. Fat, with more fat. Creamy, on top of creamy. Somehow you’ve convinced yourself that it’s all so healthy, too. PS I bought a bag of 9 avocados at the farmer’s market for $2. WHAT! I love so much being back in California.
I sat down to eat lunch inside but right away I saw how beautiful it was outside and fled to the deck.
Ahhh, that’s better. If you could pan out on this shot you would see Joni sprawled on the patio table eyeing my salmon with desire. Reread ‘Self-Help’ for the twentieth time under the clear gaze of the chilly February sun and tried to convince myself that it’s not extravangant and/or pathetic to cook elaborate meals just for yourself.
“KEEPING YOUR FINGERS CROSSED MAKES IT DIFFICULT TO HOLD A PEN, BUT I MUST SAY, IT’S WORTH IT.” -Lorrie Moore
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Tagged banana fingerlings, beets, food, guacamole, hash, homecooked, leftovers, lorrie moore, lunch, ombre, salmon, self-help
Proenza Schouler’s Fall 2010 RTW show was brilliant in so many ways. (Including, but not limited to, the playing of Excepter during the show itself). In particular, these pants from the beginning of the show gave me pause. Obviously I adore them. They really reminded me of one of my favorite Mociun textiles ever, from one of my favorite Mociun collections ever, Fall 2008 RTW, called “Naming Ceremony.” You know, THIS print:
I have that first dress, and I wear it regularly to the beach and to weddings. I wear it dancing and I wear it in hotel rooms, and it is VERY short.
But enough about me. The P.S. line was genius, Mociun is genius. In terms of the P.S. show, I covet all of their incredible prints, but mostly I loved the furs. If loving these jewel-colored dyed furs is wrong, then I don’t want to be right. It was the best interpretation of fall wear I’ve seen yet.
The best part of the show, however, were the sheer black thigh highs that revealed an inch or two of skin underneath the pleated minidresses. I am passionately in love (you know how I feel about thigh highs) and will be replicating this insanely sexy look ASAP.
As usual, Kim Gordon attended a bunch of NYFW shows but I thought she looked especially stunning at this show. KIM GO ON WITH YOUR BAD SELF
[Proenza images via style.com; Mociun images via Mociun and Coutourture]
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Tagged excepter, fashion, kim gordon, mociun, new york fashion week, nyfw, proenza schouler, runway, thigh highs, zebrablood
Thank you so much to Jennifer at Ermie for the sweet post she did about Popcorn Plays! Not to get all circle-jerky, but I’m such a huge fan of her site and feel honored to be included!
Because it’s Sunday and my thoughts are scattered, a random assortment of photos including an image of the San Diego bay as seen from the back of my friend’s 40-foot long sailboat. Sadly, the neon green Converse are not mine. I wish. Sailing in February! Still getting used to the idea…
Been drawing more… here, a five-minute sketch.
Joni is slowly turning into a teddy bear / rabbit hybrid. She loses more of her cat-ness every day, it seems. Joni, come back!
Full House’s Rebecca does Michael Kors/Vena Cava fur glam. She looks unsurprisingly incredible. Who else looks this chic delivering heart-to-heart life lessons?
[Images of Michael Kors Fall 2010 FTW via Style.com]
Danny Tanner does… something else entirely. Something that scares me.
Pilfered my mother’s jewelry box for some pieces to incorporate into my closet. In my defense she doesn’t ever wear them and they don’t even see the sunlight, so really I am doing everyone a favor.
Happy Sunday! XO
I like to eats lots of different things in very small amounts all mixed together and all at once, but sometimes it’s the opposite.
There was very little by way of appetizing food in my fridge yesterday except for a bunch of fresh carrots. Braised quickly in lots of butter, a few tablespoons of chicken broth, the juice of two limes, loads of chopped garlic, coriader, cumin, tumeric and parsley, the tender carrots turned shiny and toothsome once all of the liquid evaporated. Eaten with garlic naan, this was the perfect lunch, and it only took about 15 minutes. Sometimes simple is best.
PS How amazing is my heart-shaped cast-iron pot? It makes the best fried potatoes, too. It’s a shameless Le Creuset ripoff, but at least it didn’t cost $200.
There are no photos of the Chinese New Year celebration, only before and afters. Before, a sheet of beets waiting to be roasted, diced, and then tossed with four avocados; before, a finely minced head of red cabbage waiting to mingle with napa cabbage, cilantro, lime and parsley; and after, the final trio of cupcakes, a sweet, spun sugar present from a friend. Two recent lunches, too, enjoyed in the hug of the sun.
“The year of the Tiger is traditionally associated with massive changes and social upheaval. Therefore, 2010 is very likely to be a volatile one both on the world scene, as well as on a personal level. Tigers who thrive on chance and unpredictabilty are best suited to navigating the many upheavals predicted in the year ahead. Those compatible with the Tiger — the Dragon and the Horse in particular — may also find 2010′s erratic circumstances inspiring them to ever bolder action, and ultimate success.Those born under other signs will suffer, by degree, depending on how flexible they are to change. Those who can keep a steady hand on the helm may be shaken, but undeterred by the typically thunderous events foreseen in any Tiger year.”
Oh my god! Mischa Barton in Rachel Comey!!!
I always have loved Mischa Barton solely for her turn as Marissa Cooper in the best-daytime-soap-to-masquerade-as-classy-television, ‘The O.C.’ We all loved Coop and her horrific wardrobe which consisted mainly of tiered miniskirts, tight polos, plastic hair barrettes and sequined flats.
Mischa in Rachel Comey, THAT I can get behind, even thought I hate the way she styled it with all the jewelry and bling. At least her hair and makeup looks great. I was obsessed with this print when it came out and almost bought it in jumpsuit form. I still want it.
[Photo via Jezebel and Creatures of Comfort]