the gambler went down to georgia

catching up is hard to do...


last week i put on makeup at work...



so i could head to our company's xmas party.

mike had his makeup done by jaimes and i hooked him up with chanel black satin nail polish.





the party was casino themed.





i reenacted sharon stone's moment in casino.



over the weekend this devil went down to georgia to see my sister. lots of dogs, drinking by the fire, 2:30 am waffle house, etc.












































too much fun, not enough sleep. sort of sick right now, unfortunately. drinking tea and staying warm.

more later.

patience

pa·tience
Pronunciation: 'pA-sh&n(t)s
Function: noun
1 : the capacity, habit, or fact of being patient

pa·tient
Pronunciation: 'pA-sh&nt
Function: adjective
Etymology: Middle English pacient, from Anglo-French, from Latin patient-, patiens, from present participle of pati to suffer; perhaps akin to Greek pEma suffering
1 : bearing pains or trials calmly or without complaint
2 : manifesting forbearance under provocation or strain
3 : not hasty or impetuous
4 : steadfast despite opposition, difficulty, or adversity
5 a : able or willing to bear -- used with of b : SUSCEPTIBLE, ADMITTING
- pa·tient·ly adverb

now is not a good time.

very very soon there will be new pictures, new tales of new adventures.

i might even actually write for once, might start getting mildly poetic and muse about the sting of cold air in your lungs on a winter morning, how it's painful and just so cold, but somehow oddly beautiful, because you're suddenly fully aware that you're alive, that you're an organism, an animal whose base instinct is to survive, and your body instantly adjusts your breathing so that you're sucking air in short raspy intakes, through the mouth, through the teeth, even, to warm the air as it enters, and how on bright days like these the sun seems so precious, so distant, and your heart stirs like you're looking at a former lover, and you want to say come closer, please come closer, warm me like you used to, remember august? how i exposed myself to you and your heat, how i closed my eyes and basked in your presence without ever burning? why can't things be like they used to be? but you just tuck your chin into your scarf and dream of bed and the down comforter that may be the best thing you ever purchased in your entire life.

i might do that, and lots of other things, but not today. today is not the day.

blow me, baby, it's cold outside

{image via nymag.com}

when i get my hair done in my neighborhood, i go to mi salon where a super sweet dominican woman named jauna tugs and pulls and scorches my curls until they're super shiny and super straight with just the tiniest flip at the bottom. but mi salon closes at like 6:30 or something and i'm never home before 7pm.

so i'm always on the lookout for a late blow out. (sounds so so filthy!)

anyway. last year i tried red market, where a frenchy frenchman spun pin straight locks in record time, for about $60. that's more than double the price of mi salon, but i had a glass of wine and practiced my français in a loft with eurotechno playing.

last night i went to blow. it's all pink and cute inside, and my stylist took her time, was very gentle, used a low setting, didn't tug, also used a flat iron, and got my hair to be stick straight in under an hour. while she was working i was thinking this is never going to work, where's the pulling, the pain? but my hair is mad straight, yo. and again, $60 price tag. but i'm going to a party tonight and that is how i roll.

so around this time of the year it's possible to OD on christmas songs and fall to the ground in a seizure-like state. but there's one winter song i never get sick of, and that's "baby it's cold outside".

i'm probably one of the few people my age who has actually seen neptune's daughter, in which esther williams and ricardo montalban sing it to each other. (that's because i love musicals, swimming and AMC.)

anyhoo, over at falalalala.com they're got 14 different versions, and i downloaded them all.

my faves:

ella fitzgerald - baby it's cold outside

doris day & bing crosby - baby it's cold outside

louis armstrong - baby it's cold outside

cold feet

do you work in an office?

what's the temperature like?

some days it's so freaking cold here i wish i had my comforter. and i don't have a regular comforter, i have the ultra warmth kind designed for people who live in maine or wherever. sure, sometimes i have feverdreams and wake up sweating, but it's worth it.

i also sleep in llama hair socks i got in peru. i read that warm socks help you fall asleep and i believe it. when my feet are cold it's all i can think about.

and you know what?

my feet are cold RIGHT NOW.

i might get some forty belows.

"this taco bell tastes like crap."

yawn, i got nothin.

um... bicycle-related tattoos, anyone?



oh - and i took a fun quiz yesterday:










like i said. i got nothin. maybe later.

urban cinderella

oh, adidas. how i adore you.

and this new ad tugs at my fairy-tale loving heartstrings:



the prince woos her with adidas. so sweet, so hot.

stubborn.

they finally moved the intrepid, but i liked that she refused to budge at first. she was all, you want to drag me to new jersey? hell no! and she just dug herself into the mud.

random pix here.

you say goodbye i say hello

so what's broken on my camera is the zoom.

i can take pictures, but i can't zoom in or out. SIGH.

right.

so friday was world AIDS day and i went to an event at 401 projects hosted by iman with lenny and zoë kravitz.





that happens to be amy smart's back.







the exhibit is called bloodline and features absolutely stunning photographs by kristen ashburn. highly recommended - the images are presented on large lightboxes and they're just breathtaking. the show is up for a while, try to catch it.

there was also a silent auction of photographs, all of them amazing, but the price points were too high for lil ol me. hopefully some money was raised, though.

i ran into a few people - my old intern who now works at bwr,



tsuyoshi's aussie pal maria,



and greg, a photographer i met about 5 years ago when we went on a trip to the DC area to shoot boys in unsigned bands... super fun.

saturday i had a mega shopping marathon - bloomingdale's, john derian, and all up and down bleecker st.



sunday night was goodbye naughty nnadi. safe travels!

dear sandy claws...

holiday gift guide time!

here's what NOT to give:

fish n flush

barbie doll dog who eats poop

jay-z doll

i can't believe hova approved this figure. soooo unflattering. the jeans and the sneakers are hot, though.

eff it

so you know how when celebrities go to runway shows, they wear something by the designer who's showing?

check out what kanye west did when he attended (and performed) at an event for fendi in tokyo:




{via fashion week daily}

every day is like sunday

so yeah, lots of stuff to say and not a lot of energy...

last night i bid farewell to the lovely nnadi, who's going home to the UK for christmas and new year's, and then to study yoga in india for a few months. this means that i was drinking champagne on a school night and didn't upload any of my pictures from the weekend. also? my camera is broken. again. this time like maybe like for real. it hurts to even type that! i heart taking pictures. anyways. here's some stuff to make up for the fact that this is a crappy post:

new york magazine's do-it-yourself approval matrix

traffic in india: ebb and flow

shocking art project

more later i swear.

the jewel of the smile

so last night was the reception for gabriel urist jewelry.

gabe makes hot ass custom bling for high brow sneakerheads, basketball fans and hip hop heads.

lots of nike, but i'm an adidas girl. i asked him if maybe we could get some fleetwoods or shelltoes. he said, it's coming, it's coming. and he smiled. watch out for this guy, he's the new ish!



poo's been helping gabe get the showroom ready.




tsuyoshi and edna love jewelry.




for the ladies.




air max.



new balance.




mink!




workhorse poured me some champipple.




matt daddy!




edna likes people watching.




erica! formerly of organic grooves.



















workhorse had the brazilliant idea of ordering a post party pizza at lombardi's. we took it to a chess table in the park on chrystie street and ate it all up. everyone loves unseasonable warmth!