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Tribeca Wedge

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Bergdorf
Received an email from Claire at Boudoir PR with pictures of Cleo B’s 2010 Spring Collection. Cleo’s Spring Collection is called the City of Golden Dreams and is inspired by Art Deco and the NY Skyline. As you can see from the pictures Ms. Barbour used eye-catching colors and shiny leathers in order to create a collection that is  very distinctive and sexy.

If you happen to find yourself in NoLita (or even if you don’t), stop by LA CAVE DES FONDUS in the basement of JACQUES at 20 Prince St. The menu is simple, consisting only of La Fondue Savoyarde (Swiss, Gruyere, and Comté cheeses served with a bread basket, $21) and La Fondue Bourguignonne (steak cooked in beef bouillon, $21), as well as a Cheese Plate ($15), a Charcuterie Plate ($18), and Pâté ($10).

Apparently, owner JACQUES OUARI was inspired by LE REFUGE DES FONDUS at 17 Rue des Trois Frères in Paris, France, where wine is served in baby bottles so as to avoid taxes on wine served in stemware. So, go sip your Bordeaux through a rubber nipple, served “by the glass” (because “by the bottle” would just be misleading).

For more information on La Cave des Fondus, call 212.966.5073 or visit www.jacquesnyc.com.

EQB

“… il Comune (Torino, ndr) sta per creare il «bollino blu» dei negozi d’abbigliamento pronti a mettere in vendita – e in vetrina – non solo taglie 38 – 40 e 42, ma anche abiti sopra la 44. Non solo extra-small. L’iniziativa diventerà realtà con le prossime collezioni primavera-estate. …”

No ma, stiamo scherzando vero? Allora… sono una ragazza di 21 anni, ho portato la 44 fino a qualche tempo fa, vestivo largo (46 o 48 a seconda dei casi). Tuttavia non ho mai avuto problemi a trovare vestiti in nessun negozio (Modena, Reggio Emilia o Milano che fosse). Nemmeno ora che porto la 42 ho mai riscontrato questo genere di discriminazione di taglie. Mai.
Quindi ok all’articolo per sensibilizzare all’attenzione nei confronti di malattie come anoressia e bulimia, ma assolutamente no nel parlare di quest’eccesso di discriminazione dei negozianti nei confronti di ragazze taglia 44 e oltre. Ci si sta allontanando dalla reale idea di “taglie forti”, è questo che è sbagliato comunicare! Nell’articolo ci si lamenta della citazione di Kate Moss (“Nulla ti fa sentire meglio che essere scheletrica“), e poi ci si avvale di citazioni di negozianti che definiscono “taglie forti” quelle superiori alla 42…

«Ma per una ragazzina non magrissima, o anche solo in leggero sovrappeso – osserva Lucia Centillo – continuare a sentirsi dire dalle commesse di certi negozi “Tu vesti sopra la 42, qui per te non c’è nulla, devi andare in un negozio di taglie forti” può diventare causa scatenante di malattia, dove c’è già un terreno fertile». Il «bollino blu» sarà consegnato ai negozi e alle catene di abbigliamento disponibili a non chiudere le porte in faccia alle ragazzine non-manichino.

Non mi sembra di essere una “ragazza manichino” nemmeno ora che vesto 42. Questo la dice lunga sull’ipotetica taglia di un manichino (a mio avviso non è superiore alla 38).
Per concludere, ho trovato agghiacciante ma di forte impatto la campagna contro l’anoressia del marchio di abbigliamento No.l.ita (→ se volete dare un’occhiata).

Cafe Habana  received an A on Always Hungry New York. If you’ve never checked out the site, you can read the review here – and while you are there, check out some of the other fun features of the site like  the Top 5, which has lists of things like the Top 5 Chicken Fried Steaks, Top 5 Deviled Eggs and Top 5 Tator Tots –  I don’t know about you but I’m hungry now.

Good news from good people. Here is one L O N G success story out of Elizabeth Street.  I still have my Unis black winter wool coat, wear it proudly.  Dang, wish I were there for the party (and discount). Dope.  Here’s to 9 more.

From UNIS:

It is our 9th Year Anniversary.
Happy Birthday to us!!!
And to celebrate we’re offering 30% discount all day Nov 20th, Friday in our Nolita location. Oh, drinks from 6-8pm that day too. And a modest party at the same location.

Faded memories of Little Charlie’s Clam Bar by old Mott street resident Abbie Kunath Park.

The giant shark painted in a glossy red color.

The giant plexi vat of iced beer.

The white clam sauce.

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This one took place at 298 Elizabeth Street. The original home of Def Jam

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My walk is a walk over a long period of my time in New York. It’s a walk with ghosts. It’s still a nice walk.

Maurizio Cattelan, Untitled, 2007.

ahhh...good day mates at DQ.

Pass Wylie Law (hey, Wylie) and the Vig (12 Spring–no love lost here) SANS the one time I made Rory and Robin join me (on a mission). I glance over at the old Horse Stables where the inventor used to live (he kept the place as ratty as Maisel) with lit candles in each window. Long story short…he sold out to Rubert Murdoch’s kid who in turn sold out to a developer who came up with the Candle Building (11 Spring) which just sold for $26 million (originally $40 large).

It’s lunchtime and I sneak into Bread (20 Spring) before the rush, the annoying tatooed guy and fashion chicks arrive.  I sit at the white tiled bar and order the “Special Salad” with mesclun cherry tomatoes olives fennel Sicilian tuna and avocado in house dressing. It is indeed special. I leave just as a Louis Vitton bag plops down by my Chuck Taylors. Back on the road again.  I pick up two packs of my favorite anti-oxidant Superpac vitamins from the corner Bodega (Spring + Mott).  Back outside, I notice the line getting long at Lombardi’s and think of the fun times with Kerry drinking a Heineken and eating a pie (with olives).  Gee, I miss delivery.  Wow. My mouth is watering and I’m full. Still, it’s good NOT to be in that line.  I detest lines.  Soon, the designer ice cream shop with the Vespa will own another line.  I don’t like that side of the block.

The kids scream and play outside at the DeSalvio Playground. The Chinese guys play chess. The pigeons look for scraps. The garbage stinks. I think I hear birds chirping.  An older man is working on his Tai chi. Good for him.  He’ll live to be 100.

I wave to the bartender (Michelle hasn’t arrived yet) at48 Spring, now that’s a landmark. The Spring Lounge (aka Shark Bar) where I met my (now) husband seven years (and some change) ago. He would now say ”Spring Street is dead…”.  NO it’s NOT, I counter. Well, maybe you can’t go home again. (Tarka sings: “I want to go home…I just can’t go home. I want to go home.“) Stop singing. Stop thinking. Still, I love those low tables and little stools.  I love the juke box, even if it’s electric now, even if the Schaffer is a dollar more. The lounge doors are open. Always tempting that Spring Lounge. My wedding picture is hanging behind the bar. Oh, there’s Vinnie. I wave again and move along.

I crave carbs. What about a slice of pizza at Pommies (Pomodoro’s )?  Nah. I drop in Nails by Deca (50 Spring) for a pedicure.  It will last 2 weeks and I always dig the happy ending neck massage.   I cross the street to Ceci Cela for a cup of Americana. I think of Tarka again… glancing next door at Gatsbys.  You know, the pub which plays all that bloody footie.

Spring Street still has its ghosts.

I’ve made it to Layafette. I’ve been on the block over 2 hours.  That’s right, I haven’t left Spring Street yet.  You know a street is special when you can spend an entire day kicking it. I buy a Post and pretentious glossy magazine at the corner magazine shop which smells like rolling paper and tobacco.  Outside, I smell the subway down under.  Moving (always moving), I drop in at Kates Paperie (72 Spring) to buy one of my favorite pens.  I cross over to MoMA Design Store (86 Spring) to purchase some postcards and Muji.  I love Muji. I run up to MZ Wallace (on Crosby Street).  Bummer, they don’t have any of my favorite totes anymore.  Oh well.

Back on Spring, the streets are bustling. I take a seat on the benches in front of Balthazar and read the paper.

I’m only forced to leave when an annoying bike messenger irks me.  At first, I’m friendly but then he turns unnecessarily strange. Get off the meth, dude.   I leave my Post behind for the next person who pretends to read and instead watches the people under their darkened designer shades.

I cross Broadway, making my way into Soho where retail lives.  I love walking into Chanel (130 Spring) with it’s fancy bags and shoes and all that glitters. At this juncture, I might wander off the beaten path and visit Barneys Co-Op, Patagonia, Morgan Le Fay, DWR’s Tools For Living, Knoll and Adidas.

By now, it’s 4ish and I’m stopping in on my friend Kim.  She just got a killer 10 minute back massage from Spa Belles (202 Spring) and I visited the Spring Street Wine Shop (187 Spring) to pick a bottle of Louis Jadot Pouilly-Fuisse 08.  I pass Aqua Grill, (210 Spring) it’s been there a long time.  I always like their raw bar. Good brunch, too. I pass the fire station and those brave souls. Smack in the face to the new Trump building (I detest Trump and his gold shrines).  I feel invaded but move on.  I’ve almost made it to the end of Spring Street, but not before I have some suds at the Ear, a bar so old it slants not to mention you can talk horse racing with the patrons.

And, if Im lucky I’ll have a warm dinner over at Giorgione with the , Tonno con Avocado e Rugola, tuna tartar, avocado, arugula, the Tonno Alla Griglia grilled yellowfin tuna, braised green lentils, roasted tomatoes, zucchini and some of that Super Tuscan (KD showed me that rope). And Donna, who shared a wood oven pizza with me.

I wish I had time to walk across the West Side Highway and stroll along the path.  I’m tired.

My day on Spring has come to an end…the night is fading and still yet, “I have miles to go before I sleep”.

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406 Broome Street (@ Cleveland Pl.)

212-680-5600

Last night a couple of my friends celebrated a birthday and checked out Brinkley’s, a new Nolita restaurant in the former Bar Martignetti space.  With menu items like “bangers and mash” and “bubbles and squeak,” Brinkley’s is definitely a British themed eatery done the New York way… Everything on the menu, including the Sauvignon Blanc from Long Island, is found locally.

We started the night with a bottle of “Apple White Wine,” which sounds better than it tastes… actually tasted more like British cider to us.  The appetizers we chose to share were a “Pint of Roasted Prawns with Bloody Mary Ketchup” and “Cauliflower Cheese.”  Both were really good, but the shrimp had that kind of consistency that you’re not sure if it’s disgusting or you love it?

The entrees were all really good: Grass fed burger, Striped Bass with Pumpkin Mash, and Stilton & Pork Sausage with Bubbles and Squeak.  While the food was a bit heavy, the portions were just right and satisfying.

We really liked everything and had a great time at Brinkley’s… the service was amusingly awkward, the décor was trendy and cozy without being modern and annoying, and the prices were fair.

A friend of mine from The Box works at Brinkley’s also, and after we finished dinner she hooked it up for birthday desserts for my friend.  Our waitress, Hilary was so cool and brought out two desserts with candles.  One was a warm plum crisp- awesome… and the other was a fried Mars bar- awesome-er than awesome…

For a Sunday night Brinkley’s was a perfectly chill evening with wine, friends, and food, and there wasn’t much of a crowd.  However, I think Brinkley’s is just right, whether you want to chill out on Sunday or get riled up on Saturday… It’s in a convenient “in between neighborhoods” kind of spot; in my opinion, a cool place to hang out from like 10-12: stop by Brinkley’s after dinner for a drink and fried Mars bar before continuing on for a proper night of debauchery.

Oh yeah, Brinkley’s doesn’t take reservations yet, but they do have a smokin’ bear…

BY: LAUREN BROWN

Recently Christina Diaz from christinadiaz.blogspot.com wrote the most lovely little review of Cafe Habana and also took some photos that really capture the nighttime mood of Cafe Habana. Check out her full post here to see the rest of the photos and make sure you check out her post about  Dio De Los Muertos while you are there – she has some beautiful photos from the Mission District in San Francisco.

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5.
aka North of Little Italy。

我還蠻相信在什麼區出沒的差不多就是什麼樣的人。差不多的穿著, 連長相都是差不多的那款。比如説上西區的猶太人社群, 中城的上班族, Tribeca的雅痞甚至是威廉堡（Williamsburg)的嬉皮/藝術家。

相較於SOHO永遠擺脫不完的人潮, Nolita還是比較討喜。一樣還是chic但就是少了點銅臭味多了點indie的感覺（不代表東西會比較便宜就是了）。只是如果想逛街, 這裡可以找到很多有趣的東西。

又, Nolita/Little Italy 和中國城的連成一線其實還蠻有趣的, 尤其是跟義大利餐廳隔壁可能是賣叉燒的。衝突感也是這城市有趣的點之一阿。

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Il semblerait que les déclarations de bonnes intentions énoncées par la profession aient inspiré quelques unes des campagnes préférées des français…

Le monde s’était ému de la campagne Nolita – shootée par Toscani – mettant en scène une jeune fille anorexique. Le monde a pleurniché les décès de quelques jolies plantes brésiliennes… Le monde a oublié assez rapidement les “plus jamais ça” brandis par les pontes de la mode.

Quand je parle du monde, je ne parle pas du Monde – le quotidien de référence – mais de la revue Elle qui n’a pas manqué d’étaler dans ses pages des photographies de mannequins squelettiques à l’occasion de fashion week parisienne, sous prétexte qu’elles portaient – à merveiiiiille – la dernière création Azria.

Elle assume son droit au paradoxe, c’est même la marque de fabrique de ce canard. Vous en connaissez beaucoup vous des journaux qui peuvent faire des éditos sur la pauvreté des femmes battues en Afghanistan en face d’un visuel pour la J12 de Chanel à 5000 ?

Bref, tout ça pour en arriver au vrai objet de cette note : le retour en puissance des jambes dans les chaumières. Les français viennent de couronner 3 visuels grand guibolesques :

McDonald’s : Venez comme vous êtes

Grand prix des médias Stratégies ; Grand prix du marketing des jeunes

Well : pub préférée et la “plus informative” des français selon l’APPM

Aigle : prix APPM de la pub la plus surprenante

Que dire de ces annonces?

Pas grand choses, sinon qu’elles militent – un peu – pour la fétichisation des jambes, le retour des mannequins-squelettes et l’absence de tête – qui a dit écervelage? – des femmes.

Un bel avenir en somme. Vive la France !

Source : APPM

Bonus :

Unlike the Spring Fat Tour, this one was down to 9 spots, started an hour later and it was FUH-reeezing outside.  The forecast asked for rain, but the food gods saved us from it.  Because there were more people this time around, we decided to start the funds pot with $5 from each person and replenish with $5/person when the funds got low. Despite the weather, friends still came out (thank you friends!) and we were off to our first stop:

1.  Caracas Arepa Bar

These Venezuelan sandwiches are still one of my favorite eats in Manhattan and I don’t think I could ever get enough of their “crack” sauce.  However much I could write about this, it would never do it any justice; just go and try everything.  Get it: La Mulata  

5 Sporks – 93 E 7th St

2. Café Habana

We came here for the grilled corn and only the grilled corn.  Eating corn, covered in mayo, cheese, and chili powder, outside on a cold fall day may seem uncomforting, but it was a glorious moment for all.  Get it: on a plate, otherwise a good chunk of the mayo, cheese, and chili powder (all the good stuff) will get stuck on the foil.

4 Sporks – 17 Prince St

3.  Kati Roll

I feel like this place changed a lot since last year, and not for the better.  Some of the guys were saying they’ve had better kati rolls.  Get it: from the Biryani Cart3

2 Sporks – 99 Macdougal St

4. Joe’s Pizza

We made a pit stop at John’s because our next stop barely had any vegetarian options.  The participants for John’s said it was delicious.  From what I remember, when I had it last year, I wasn’t a fan of the crust; thought it was too flimsy.  Get it: when there isn’t a line.

3 Sporks – 7 Carmine St

5.  New York HotDog and Coffee

Who would’ve thunk kimchi would taste so good with hotdogs.  But I guess the concept isn’t new; growing up, I’ve seen my dad eat kimchi with pancakes, pizza, steak, and anything that wasn’t Korean.  The Dak Kalbi wasn’t anything special; the boys raved about the Kimchi & Bulgogi hotdog.  Fattie Pete wanted another one all to himself.  Personally, I thought it was too much; kimchi and bulgogi alone is amazing, why add in the unnecessary hotdog and processed bun?  Get it: without the coffee; you’d think, “Coffee” being in the name would offer decent coffee…boy was I wrong.

3 Sporks – 245 Bleecker St

6.  Taim

The choices are endless when it comes to falafel in the city: Mamouns, Maoz, Crisp, Hummus Place, and oh the trucks!  But we just had to try Taim for the 3 different flavor falafel balls.  We got the platter to sample all the falafel balls, toubali, Israeli salad, hummus, and the pita breads (whole and white).  The balls are crisp, the salads are fresh, the hummus is under-seasoned, and the pitas are slightly toasted with olive oil.  It’s solid but I wasn’t blown away.  Get it: the falafel sandwich with the original falafels for $5.  You might even have some left over for lunch the next day, though I don’t know who’d want soggy balls. 

3 Sporks – 222 Waverly Pl.

7.  Levain

It costs $66 for a dozen cookies and another $25 for ground shipping when you order from their website.  People ask if there’s crack in them; obviously not, but it’s close for these cookies are dangerously addicting.  When you go to the actual bakery, each cookie is $3.75 and it doesn’t require shipping to any address, but only straight to your mouth.  They melt in your mouth and you know they’re good because the boys even appreciated them.  Get it: chocolate chip with walnuts and/or dark chocolate peanut butter but not via online.

4 Sporks – 167 w 74th St / levainbakery.com

8.  Baoguette

Pickled anything is a plus in my book; add pork to it and that becomes a plus + plus.  Baoguette’s classic bahn mi is consistent in flavor, size, and price.  Traditional Vietnamese flavors on a fresh French baguette is one “asian fusion” dish I can appreciate.  The Chicagoans didn’t seem to love it but fellow New Yorkers chowed it down without a problem.  Get it: and eat it right away or the strong pickled vegetables will pickle and stank up anything that surrounds it.      

3 Sporks – 37 St Marks Pl

9.  Pomme Frites

What better way to end a fat tour than what else? Oil drenched FRIES with mayo based dipping sauces!!  The 3 dipping sauces were: Mango Chutney, Curry Ketchup, and Vietnamese Pineapple (how appropriate, we just had Vietnamese sandwiches).  After eating and walking for over 6 hours in 40 degree weather, friends didn’t seem too psyched about fries and its glorified dipping sauces.  The fact that we were done with the fat tour over-consumed our minds that we forgot to truly enjoy Pomme Frites.  Get it: a ton of napkins for your fingers will get oily.

2 Sporks – 123 2nd Ave 

For this Fat Tour, the average comes out a little shy of 3.25 Sporks.

*will be updated with pictures once I learn how to “blog”

-kah

it’s still early in the middle west but a girl can still dream of being out of work’s trenches and free of the day’s grip.

the pleasant, peasant. image: gavin thomas (nym)

ah, many good nights, I would slip into Peasant where rustic farm tables and gothic rustic chic candles burned to hear the murmur of someone’s pre IPod crazed mix, a bottle of red and a helping of the bread sticks.  The Ralph Lauren set designers couldn’t mimic this scene if they tried. Well…Maybe  across the Bowery to Loreley for a pint and a snack mate, if it still wasn’t too dark outside, a drink at the Spring Lounge (hard to believe I haven’t touched on this one yet…soon come), or over to the long wood bar of the ever-electic, fashion crowd at Sweet and Vicious where the juke box eats your money but you might not hear your song.

In fact, sometimes, you just don’t hear your song.

sweet + v.

Today is what I miss about New York day.

a cup I miss most.

During the course of the day, I will follow my old footsteps (at various points of my time in New York).  Here I sit drinking Starbucks Coffee, that dirty powerhouse, a shoppe I NEVER dropped into. Why you ask?  Because I would rather drink  about a million other cups of coffee ranging from the street carts, the deli’s for a predictable cup of joe and my egg white and cheese on whole wheat toast…to my stroll to Ceci Cela for a cafe Americana and ham & cheese baguette, to go please.  Café Con Leche and molettes at the Cafe Habana… barside. And that favorite walk down Spring Street to Balthazar Bakery for my all time favorite cup of coffee, where I would sit on the long benches people watching, reading my paper or merely passing time.

balthazar bakery nyc.

Yep, I sit here and drink my Starbucks enviously knowing those mentioned above are open for business this morning.  I would probably really be irked now that Stumptown is around.  I drink it from my friend (and old Portlander) Kim’s French press.  Lucky me, I can order online.  Still, something about ordering feels a sad, second place consolation prize for the real thing…live coffee.

Hmph.

See you at lunch.

I like to think that I’m what you call a “Savvy Spender.” Since my senior year in high school, I have been very careful about my purchases. For the most part, I do my shopping at H&M and Forever 21. If I’m in the mood, I’ll hit up secondhand for a random purchase. For investment pieces, I turn towards Urban Outfitters and American Apparel and Anthropologie. Every piece that comes from one of these stores has been with me since the beginning. When I was a 16, I bought a gray Anthropologie cardigan with odd buttons. Not your standard cardigan. I’ve worn it at least ten different ways and I spent a good $100 on it. I wouldn’t normally spend that much on a cardigan, but I knew this piece would last me forever and I take very good care of it.

I don’t call my purchases items. I call them pieces. For pieces that are classic or timeless…I turn to Nordstrom. Today I bought a pair of black heels (above) from there. The last pair of black heels I bought from them lasted me from 8th grade to my sophomore year in college. It was time to retire them and replace them. PS every girl needs a pair of black high heels.

Nolita, welcome to the family

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Limodore Frill Blouse

Fin blus med v-ringad halsrigning i lite vidare modell. Tillverkad av tre olika material som ger liv åt plagget. Dekorativt rynkad vid liv. Volang nedtill och i ärmslut. Ärm är vid nedtill. Nolita broderi på höger axel. Tillverkad av 40% viskos, 30% lammull, 21% bommul, 9% silke.

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