30 June 2014

drummers and sunflares

Time for another belated Saturday update: Two weeks ago my friend Dave's band played at Beerfields, a music/beer festival out east on Long Island. Last year I couldn't go because I was still living in the city, so I was pretty excited to get a chance this year.
I drove out with Lindsay and Dave and we made it just in time to see Non-Stop to Cairo.
Lindsay and Dave are well prepared with pretzel necklaces.
Non-Stop to Cairo

Sunset picnic behind the beer tents

Rich works in the beer industry so he had to work all day, he joined us when he was done for a nap

21 June 2014

saturday things

Last Saturday I spent the day in Queens with Sam shopping for vintage clothes and having a girls day. I got so many things I wanted for the summer like a pretty yellow blouse, a white skirt and some other things. We ended the afternoon at my favorite spot, Milkflower.
Lovely Sam.
Brussel sprout pizza with blueberry, mascarpone and toasted marshmallow gelato. Perfect.
And so I went home where Rich was grilling burgers and our friends came over to watch the World Cup.
AJ and our new neighbors.
Lindsay's laughing because when I went to take her picture I fell.
The night ended with some live music on the couch and me falling asleep.

19 June 2014


Just before the Great Hair Debacle of 2014 (as it shall henceforth be known) I bought this dusty pink hat from Asos to wear to the beach to keep my scalp from getting burnt to a crisp. Lucky timing since now I just put a cap on it so I don't have to look at my hair. I DO appreciate all the positive messages from my post about it, but for real, its such a pain to style and its generally just a bad haircut with disaster layers. Anywhoo...I'm shamefully out of practice at photographing myself for this here blog, but here was what I looked like on Tuesday for work. I'm really into styling this dress with brown leather because it makes it less "prim" and more "outdoorsy" I think. Plus of course my pink baseball cap to hide the weird baby hair sticking up everywhere, plus I love brown and pink because its a lovely color combination.
Zara dress (2012) similar here and here
Madewell tote
Steve Madden oxfords (2012) similar here
Nixon watch
ASOS dusty pink baseball cap

16 June 2014

governors ball: sky photos and blurry stages

Two weeks ago Lynn and I spent three days on a tiny island in the NYC archiapelego with about a zillion people for the Governor's Ball Music Festival. Its so disappointing when you find out that you can't bring a camera to something with so much photography potential, but thank goodness for beat up old iPhones that still manage to capture the days. The photos are mostly selfies and skies, but a few bands you can nearly make out on stage.

The first day we headed to the ferry and took silly pictures to start the day including my sort-of outfit shot in a JCrew top, second-hand store cut offs, a Fjallraven backpack, Madewell sunglasses and un-pictured beat up ballet flats.
We sat behind these two on the ferry and I thought they were cute..image
Hanging out at the entrace waiting on line, listening to Jenny Lewis playimage
On the first day we saw Jenny Lewis, caught a little bit of La Roux, listened to Phoenix from afar, Grimes, TV on the Radio and a little of Outkast before heading home.
On Day 2 we wised up and didn't miss any bands we planned to see (day 1 we got distracted by finding bathrooms and drinks). We got there early and met up with my friend from work, Ana, who took this picture of us with Lady Liberty before we gave in to being sweaty and dirty.
We saw so many bands I nearly lost count and had to refer to the line-up to even remember. Most importantly: The Strokes. We made friends in the crowd (hi Godwin!) and danced for the entire set. The best was when some kids we were talking to who told us they were 18 referred to the Strokes as "nostalgic." I'm still laughing about that one. image
Day two we saw Fitz and the Tantrums, Broken Bells, The Naked and Famous, THE STROKES, Sleigh Bells, a few Spoon songs, then we listened to Jack White while we ate dinner and to Skrillex as we waited for the ferry back to Manhattan. When we got to Penn Station we hung out at a bar waiting for the train and watching the Rangers v. the Kings in overtime. It was a pretty heartbreaking series now that its over, but watching that game under Madison Sq Garden packed with Rangers fans was pretty memorable.
Day 3, the struggle was real. We were both completely wiped out but there was so much more to see! We found Will and this cute shot got a great photobomb. We also discovered that the "cocktail tents" were NOT VIP like we had originally thought and located ourselves some fancy rum and vodka drinks which was a nice repreive from crappy beer. image
We got good and close for dancing to Foster the People
Interpol at the end of the day playing Slow Hands(and Bill Murray nodding along)
The last day we saw Wild Belle, The Head and the Heart, Foster the People and Interpol. I nearly dropped from exhaustion and we listened to Interpol's encore from the ferry line (they played Stella Was A Diver). I got home and I swear I walked around in a fog for the entire week. It was exhausting but perfect.

Anyone have any tips for getting their camera in? I just don't know what I'd do if it was confiscated at the bag check (probably turn around and leave because my camera is my baby).

04 June 2014

summer predictions

I had a couple posts ready to go a few weeks ago and I needed to save them for a later date because I got into a bit of a funk when some shit went down.
I went for a haircut and asked to have it stop at my shoulder or there-abouts and my (no longer) trusted hairdresser wasn't paying attention, walked away for 15 minutes and came back and hacked it all off. It was completely lopsided to boot. Immediately I ran to my moms house in tears. I called the salon and they insisted that there were no appointments for the next day to have it fixed and I burst into tears begging that they do something so I could go to work on Monday and not look like I had crazily hacked off my own hair at odd angles. Finally they agreed to have me in the next afternoon, and a very kind girl gently snipped at my hair to make it even while I sniffled and tears fell on my chest soaking my shirt.
If you've been reading awhile you know I've had very short hair before, and I've never been too precious about drastic cuts. For the first time in a long time I had grown extremely attached to my longer hair and my beachy waves and just couldn't face a mirror without tears for about a week.
During that week the weather turned warm and I unpacked my pretty summer dresses and when I went to put on my favorite one--and it wouldn't button. It was just full on meltdown-city from there. Between my hair and not fitting in to one of my best dresses I was just an emotional ball of self critique. Of course I hadn't been training all winter and I've become particularly fond of eating everything in sight before dinner because I'm so hungry and tired from my commute so I know why they don't fit, but it doesn't make me any less annoyed.
I'm actually still pretty miserable, every time I touch my hair I get a jolt of frustration and my too-small dresses are hanging sadly in the back of the closet, but I think its going to be a good summer. I know my hair will grow back. Everyone is convinced its growing very rapidly (with the aid of a ton of Biotin vitamins) and I started running and doing yoga again and I'm curbing my intake of candy for the time being.
Despite being really down about my looks I'm feeling pretty positive about my major life decisions. Moving back to Long Island, living with my awesome boyfriend and adopting the worlds squirreliest kitten have led me to be, overall, the happiest I've ever been despite all this complaining. The last two Sunday's we've spent in our yard bbq'ing with friends and family late into the long sunny evenings. Its gonna be a good summer and I'm gonna get out of this silly funk.
Oh, and I'm in the market for a new hairdresser.
vic and trish
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