May 2012
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new clothing line launch
hey you guys, someone near and dear to my heart just launched a small shirt line. they are awesome, i’ve got the dark denim one, it looks good with leggings, a maxi dress and heels (trust me), or more denim. best part is it actually keeps a small girl warm.
website: www.madeinlieu.com
press: http://www.dailycandy.com/new-york/article/127381/Made-in-Lieu-Simple-Shirts-for-20
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Open your window and let the city in She said and he did It blew in and enveloped him with Its peaceful clamor And the dark silk air carried him Out and up.
April 2012
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March 2012
2 posts
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February 2012
1 post
I was unlocking my bike today, outside of Trader Joe’s, when I heard a man’s voice behind me - “you’ve done that before, haven’t you?” I turned my head and caught his eyes, which he directed communicatively at the two bags on my arms. “Two bags and a bottle,” he said. “Yep.” I took a swig of the mineral water I’d just purchased,...
January 2012
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September 2011
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August 2011
4 posts
wisdom teeth, and a proper good bye to new york
My dad used to point at the ladies walking for exercise in my suburbs; when I was little, he’d slow the car down, look at me in the rearview mirror, and say, “she’s a walker” and then laugh. Well, I’m officially a walker - at least this week.
I can’t run for a few days because I had my wisdom teeth out on Friday. The surgery ended up being surprisingly...
July 2011
4 posts
It's so hot I'm frozen
This heat is killer. New York City absorbs it and spits it back out, concrete radiating - no, vibrating. It’s so hot my veins feel full, my fingers sticky.
But I’ve noticed that sometime around 8 pm every night the city softens. The sun is no longer sharp. Someone’s unfocused the scene. It’s like when, in 11th grade photography, we used to place a piece of nylon...
June 2011
3 posts
May 2011
3 posts
April 2011
7 posts
March 2011
8 posts
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Overheard on the Subway
Mother: [Spanish Spanish Spanish]
Son: I spit on the white cop.
Mother: [More adamant Spanish Spanish Spanish]
Sister: [Giggle.]
Son: He was a cop for the 44th precinct. See he was like, “what’s your name, son?” [Raising voice.] And I said “XX,” and he said “what’s your name?” [Raising voice again.] And I said, “XX” again, and...
February 2011
5 posts
January 2011
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