In another world, I think I would have made an excellent ballerina. Had I not been so hell-bent on trying to be a gymnast as a kid, I might have spent more time taking ballet classes and probably been much more successful (turns out long skinny arms aren’t great for back-handsprings). But I have no regrets. Still, I love dancing so much. And there is no dancer more magical than a ballerina – ask any 5 (or 25) year old girl, they are truly magnificent.
The Ballerina Project is a NYC-based photography project capturing the elegance and beauty of ballerinas paired with harsh, rough cityscapes and nature. I LOVE them. You must check them out. Here are just a few.
So, I am planning on posting a little tribute about why I am so in love/lust with the city of New York, but I just came across something so divine I had to post it now. You know those little blue paper coffee cups? They are a NY icon. I am delighted to have discovered that you can buy them, complete with “We Are Happy To Serve You” logo in a reusable, ceramic version. For only $12.
Apparently this is nothing new, as they seem to be available all over the world, but I’ve never seen them before. I want two.
Guh… things have been a little nuts lately. If you haven’t had the pleasure of working at a startup during a launch, well, you haven’t truly lived. I don’t know why I’m whining though, as the SocialVibe Product & Technology team are the ones who are REALLY suffering here, working day and night to fix site bugs and what not. Bless them.
On the brighter side of things, it seems to officially be FALL here, and the weather has turned from 80s to 60s almost overnight. The windows are shut at night, fans are off, the heat is on (haha… “the heat is on”) and the cats are extra-cuddly. About those cats: I think I’m allergic. Crap. I’m the biggest cat lover in the world, so I’m going to be looking into hollistic remedies. If you have any, please pass them along.
Julian and I have also just booked tickets to head back East for Thanksgiving… we’re flying into Nashville for a couple of days then driving up to Virginia to see my family for another few days. Then, we’re going on a good old-fashioned road trip cross country back to LA. This will be my first time spent in Virginia during the autumn season since I moved to California over three years ago, so I’m very much looking forward to it!
Speaking of fall, Halloween is just around the corner and I can’t think of what to be. We don’t really have any major plans yet, but I love a good costume. Surely I can’t revisit this old classic, Twink from Rainbow Brite (thanks, Mom.) What should I be?
Don’t make me revert to my nerd costume of 2008…
This is a sad excuse for a blog post, and I’ll do a more lengthy one tomorrow, but in the meantime, please enjoy this street by NY artist Martin Sobey. (via GOOD magazine)
Of all the places I’ve been and cities I’ve spent time in, New York has got to be my favorite. Perhaps it’s because I’m a 20-something who craves energy and creativity, but something about being in New York makes me feel so ALIVE! I lived there for a couple of months back in 2005, but due to the timing, I left very prematurely. Moving to a strange new city (even when you’ve visited umpteen thousand times) in the midst of a quarter-life crisis is either a really good idea, or a really bad idea. In my case, a bad idea, and I have a plethora of drunken memories to prove it. But given the opportunity, under the right circumstances, I’d move back in a heartbeat. Every time I visit the city it just melts my heart like nothing else – even with the smelly summer sidewalk trash and LES cockroaches.
The new film New York, I Love You seems to be more of a collection of love stories about human beings, but I can’t help but think that each character’s love for the city makes it just a little bit more special. Check out the neverending cast and crew list on this film. The trailer is pretty cute, made even cuter by the use of French band Phoenix, who released what is one of my favorite albums of 2009 so far.
It will be in theaters this fall… just in time for me to begin hating LA for its lack of seasons, just as I do every year.