Captivating, this video.
Few words needed, just have to add I’m a bit jealous that this idea is now taken. And that I still find new things I didn’t notice after discovering this a bit ago!
Oh yes, and that my curls look just as gorgeous when I sleep!
Let’s be clear: I have neither aspirations for the good things of domestic divadom, nor the life of cable knit wearing, tennis playing, luxury SUV driving, country club membership toting, picture perfect women of my hometown that quite literally spawned The Stepford Wives (no offense). Even still, my recent discovery of Soho’s CB2, the new and slightly more modern sibling of Crate & Barrel, was a thrill. I had just fifteen minutes before meeting up for dinner to peruse, completely absorbed, touching, rendering in my mind table settings for uber-fabulous dinner parties, picking new palettes, disengaging to go far away to my own creative world.
After a great week in Connecticut, resting up and lifting nothing heavier than a fork, it’s refreshing to be back in the city. I was reminded in CB2 of a recent email from my friend C. She said, “NY is unparalleled at this time of year for sparkle and shine.” In CB2 some sparkle – yes in a very literal sense – caught my eye:
C, has the power to get me to spill all of my scary artistic aspirations. I usually wish I could quickly inhale the words back into my mouth as soon as they have tumbled out. Yet C, an art director now living in Rome with her Italian fiancé, doesn’t bat even one of her beautiful long lashes. In fact, her two favorite words of encouragement are to fuck up – to stop thinking about all of the wasted paper, photos, words, strokes, scribbles, failed attempts.
So after a visit to Pearl, I have new material and I am determined to waste it! I have a hunch that like Van Gogh wrote his brother Theo, “the liberating breakthrough [comes] just by letting my pen go.” As a matter of fact, I’m not even sure I should bring my eraser along with my sketch book and pencils to The Met, as filling the pages with fuck ups just might be another way to reclaim some of that sparkle… (speaking of reclaiming sparkle, I witnessed a guy taping up lost engagement ring posters on 5th & 19th this afternoon…)
The place to be next Monday, 17th December is the Metropolitan Pavilion. You may have already caught on to the unbelievable momentum of Charity: Water. If not, here’s a quick clip to fill you in!
Monday night is the Charity Ball. Come mingle with Adrian Grenier, Jessica Stam and other socially aware party-goers. Whether you’re a close friend or an internet lurker, you’re all invited!
The most inspiring quote I have encountered recently:
“I have learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” Maya Angelou
Needs very little explanation, except that I can’t help but think how much this applies to my friend M whose email it was at the bottom of. She espouses this quote – her eyes glow, her spirit invites, her arms welcome, her words give power and affirmation, her South African spirit surrounds you and lingers.
And she is just one of my new friends in Brussels. One of the other M’s (yes, all of my friends have names that start with M – I’m at my quota and don’t want any more M friends lest you all think I’m giving my one friend multiple personalities) complements her in another way – her email to me yesterday: “I am terrible at writing emails. So I shall cook you a meal when you return here.”
I have it good!
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