In Mourning

of my favorite sunglasses. may they rest in peace, lost somewhere in a coffee shop nestled in the LES.

In Loving Memory

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Currently listening to:

Paris Wells

Let's Get It Started

Great video, don't know why who what were why I have never seen it until now. I bet she would have liked my sunglasses. 

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Museum Mile

So as I pointed out in a previous post, NYU makes up for its lack of frat parties with a plethora of museum tours. Between visiting the modern MoMA and the ecclectic Whitney Biennial, I spent my weekend wandering the museum mile on the Upper East Side. 

MoMa

The Whitney

My favorite piece is pictured above, a photo series of letters by Moyra Davey entitled "We Are Young and We Are Friends of the Times". Here's a short little response I wrote about it while at the gallery:

They cover the wall. Not top to bottom, side to side, but somehow the twenty-six rectangular prints seem to encompass the whole side of the gallery. Natural folds and creases make these prints seem touchable, personal, until it becomes clear that they aren’t. They are pieces of art in a museum. They are blown-up versions of intimate letters. The scratches, tears, words, creases are magnified and pinned up to a wall for us to read. But we cannot see the whole message—only single words. Letters. Farewell! Friday. Your’s truly. Adieu. However, it is not only the portions of scribbled out writing preventing us from fully being able to read these letters. We do not know the sender or receiver. We do not know the context and times during which these messages were sent. We do not know if there are coffee dribbles, teardrop stains or lipstick smudges on the original papers. We do not know the relationship, but we want to.

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Kooky

So it's funny, right as I started to write this post, I got a little notification that my friend Sophia just posted her own little diddy about the Kooks Concert we attended together (along with a few other friends) at Terminal 5!

Great minds, same names, same blog posts.

It was our first time at Terminal 5 and my first real concert in the city. The show was packed, lively, bright, and full of British accents. No complaints.

Here's a little montage of the night. 

I love montages.
And music of course. 

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Spring Break Paris: Food Edition

Currently going through macaroon and croissant withdrawals. Is it bad that I took more pictures of food than monuments? I adore the food as well as the French style of dining. Why yes, I would love to sit outside of a café and have a single espresso and tarte for a whole three hours. If only New Yorkers could realize we DO have time to sit down and enjoy a meal--the subway will always be running!

Refuge des Fondues
Montmartre 

Mont Blanc
Angelina's
Rue de Rivoli
PARFAIT PARFAIT PARFAIT

Tarte de Framboise along the Seine

Croque Madame and Soupe à l'oignon
A brasserie in the Latin Quarter

Falafel and Frites
L'as du Falafel
Marais

Quiche and Croissants
Coquelicot
Montmartre 

Despite the ultimate supremacy of French cuisine, one thing they need to jump the bandwagon is coffee to-go. Places to go, people to see, mobile caffeine is necessary.

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Spring Break Paris: Street Art Edition

Bonjour bonjour mes amis. Just spent a fabulous (and a completely unplugged) spring break in Paris, France. Wandering the city aimlessly with my two friends was parfait. We ate, we drank, we laughed, we shopped. We also looked at the street art that adorns nearly every street and alleyway in the city. As cool as some of the stuff I've have seen in New York, most of these take the gâteaux.

 Bisous

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Party at the Met

It's so easy to get caught up in all the raging frat parties, football games, and dancing on top of tables at NYU.

Oh wait.

I think I meant to say, it's so easy to get caught up in all the gallery openings, private parties, and dancing in the lobby of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I guess that's sort of like a school dance?

 Another little amateur video I made.
An Oasis at the Met celebrated the opening of the Arts of Arab Lands collection. Despite the fact I have already visited the gallery (twice) for class, the girls and I decided to put on our fanciest semi-formal attire and splurged for a cab to 5th and 82nd. Stay classy. (Free) Events at such prestigious institutes are just one of the many perks of going to school on the island of Manhattan. 
Plus, the DJs were pretty cute.

Pictures courtesy of Rachel Rinehardt

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Light as a Feather

When the Olsen's had it, I knew I wanted it. It all started with their detective VHS series. From Billboard Dad to New York Minute, these girls have always had it all. I want a piece!

So I made one! (With inspiration from Frou Frouu as well)

Once again, I used some broken jewelry. This time an old ring and a feather earring with no match (don't ask where the other one is, its a gruesome story). All you need is a glue gun to put it all together!

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