I love when a play opens with silence. The lights dim and the actors enter, the stage lights come up and... silence. I always wonder, how long can the audience take this? And the more they do, the more the play wraps me up and immediately carries me along. The first moments of a play set the rest of the evening in concrete. For the actors, for the audience, for the stagehands. "Next Fall" opened with silence, a beautifully-staged moment between two people waiting in a hospital. The opening line, finally, was, "funny, isn't it?"
"Don't you just love good theater?" My mom said to her crying daughter on the phone hours later.
"Yeah," I whimpered.
I am someone who doesn't cry during, but (truly rarely) cries after. But there was one moment this evening, during the play, that got to me deep in my throat; it overcame me so quickly that it gave my heart a start. Again, it was this silence. Two actors on stage, and one of them implores the other to just try praying, just once. We don't know in the audience if praying is indeed what he is doing, but the silence was so powerful. Turned fully toward the audience, sitting on the back of a couch at a 90-degree angle, his eyes only closed and opened. The most beautiful thing about the exchange was how long the audience stayed with him. There was not a sound. And he held us with him for so long.
For the rest of the play I had a lump in my throat and that squinted-eye, knotted-forehead face of concentration that only a good play can bring.
I walked outside the theater when the play was over and immediately speed-dialed my mom, like I always do post-theater. She didn't pick up. But I needed to speak to her right then, while the evening was there in my mind and the colors of the play still in my eyes. I needed to just talk to someone about what I'd just experienced, while watching the audience I was so proud of pour out of the theater. I dialed again, and she picked up on the second ring.
"You've got perfect timing!" she said.
"Yeah? What are you doing?" I asked, my voice already shaking.
And that was all I had in me. I was suddenly a wreck, not just crying but sobbing on 44th Street. The audience members of "Phantom of the Opera" streamed by me; one mother-and-daughter team even stopped and asked me if I was okay.
"Yeah, I'm fine..." I managed to scrape out of my throat. I pointed at the theater across from us, with "Next Fall" emblazoned across its front, as though that would explain anything to two tourists leaving "Phantom." They carried on, as did I, huddled into a nook in a brick wall.
I pulled myself together after a few more minutes of crying to my mom's silence on the other end of the phone. Which was really all I needed, just silence to share a little of this experience with me. I walked through what seemed a melancholy, sepia-toned Times Square with a bright red face, mascara all down my cheeks, and probably the most furrowed eyebrows I've ever worn. I don't think my face has pulled itself to normalcy since this play began.
"Next Fall" closes on Saturday. I am so, so glad I went. This may be the best theater experience I've had in New York.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Day One
Summer rain. It sounds like a cliche, so many songs, the opening to a middle-school poem. But the intensity of the summer rain in New York is a force of weather unlike any I've experienced. The skies darken dramatically, flash with lightning, and rain absolutely pounds the pavement. New Yorkers always carry an umbrella. Coral hasn't learned this lesson yet. It's my first day alone in New York, and the merciless heat has lead me to Rite Aid to buy a fan. I am lugging it back to my apartment for a little longer than I expected when I realize I'm lost. This, coincidentally, is when the first boom of thunder alerts me that New York does nothing half-heartedly.
I've never truly been lost before. But I am in beautiful old Park Slope, wandering my way past brownstone after brownstone, each older than the last. New to Brooklyn, it entrances me, that I live amongst this history. The sudden rain is my reminder that my life in New York may indeed resemble a movie. Here I am, sweating in my strapless dress, lugging a fan larger than myself, lost in a thunderstorm on my first day in New York.
It's all too perfect that this is my first experience hailing a cab. Well, I thought I did a bang-up job and had cemented this day in movie-worthy history. As an experienced New Yorker I now look back on my first hailing and berate my lack of self-assertion. I've gotten better with experience, but I still have miles to go.
The cab did pull over, but only to let another passenger out, and when I ambled inside, fan-first, the cabbie was as surprised to see me as if a large Great Dane had decided to hitch a ride.
"I thought you were his friend," the cabbie said to me in the rear-view mirror, alluding to the man who had just exited.
I was so unsure of what I was doing I could have thrown up. "17th Street and 6th Avenue?" I said, basically asking him where I was going.
"That's not on my route, but I'll take you since it's so close."
And within minutes, I had a new best friend. Simply telling him that it was this California girl's first day in Brooklyn led to a history lesson on each of the buildings we passed by. He proudly told me of his experiences in Los Angeles, and I shared my few experiences in New York.
He pulled up to my apartment and I awkwardly maneuvered the fan out of the cab and back into the pouring rain. We each said thank you to the other and I climbed the stairs to my front door. I was visibly proud of myself, and bursting with excitement over being in New York and having hailed my first cab. The rain continued through the night and, combined with the humming of my new fan, provided a new soundtrack for sleep.
I've never truly been lost before. But I am in beautiful old Park Slope, wandering my way past brownstone after brownstone, each older than the last. New to Brooklyn, it entrances me, that I live amongst this history. The sudden rain is my reminder that my life in New York may indeed resemble a movie. Here I am, sweating in my strapless dress, lugging a fan larger than myself, lost in a thunderstorm on my first day in New York.
It's all too perfect that this is my first experience hailing a cab. Well, I thought I did a bang-up job and had cemented this day in movie-worthy history. As an experienced New Yorker I now look back on my first hailing and berate my lack of self-assertion. I've gotten better with experience, but I still have miles to go.
The cab did pull over, but only to let another passenger out, and when I ambled inside, fan-first, the cabbie was as surprised to see me as if a large Great Dane had decided to hitch a ride.
"I thought you were his friend," the cabbie said to me in the rear-view mirror, alluding to the man who had just exited.
I was so unsure of what I was doing I could have thrown up. "17th Street and 6th Avenue?" I said, basically asking him where I was going.
"That's not on my route, but I'll take you since it's so close."
And within minutes, I had a new best friend. Simply telling him that it was this California girl's first day in Brooklyn led to a history lesson on each of the buildings we passed by. He proudly told me of his experiences in Los Angeles, and I shared my few experiences in New York.
He pulled up to my apartment and I awkwardly maneuvered the fan out of the cab and back into the pouring rain. We each said thank you to the other and I climbed the stairs to my front door. I was visibly proud of myself, and bursting with excitement over being in New York and having hailed my first cab. The rain continued through the night and, combined with the humming of my new fan, provided a new soundtrack for sleep.
Summer in the City
Summer has a personality in New York City. I feel her wafting through my open window right now; this season is a force. Summer seemed to arrive overnight, as though everyone in the city knew the exact moment when Spring held its doors open and Summer slammed them shut. The heat is almost tropical, so too are the huge purple flowers in my backyard. The heat storms come with the warning of a single flash of lightning before baring down loud, oppressive rain and ear-shattering thunder. And without letting up, they're gone.
Everything in a New York Summer happens in an instant. A dog is let outside, he barks, and is shushed back inside. A mosquito lands and its business is done. Sunset is a quick affair, making room for an even hotter night. Sometimes I am so taken by the dappled light of an oak tree's shadow, and I remind myself that in no time at all, those leaves will be dropped, brittle and crunching, and then they will be gone.
Yes, fall is always just around the corner, as we receive shipment after shipment of wool sweaters at Anthropologie. I am excited, though, for wool sweaters are one of Anthro's highlights. I can't wait for it to be just crisp enough outside to wear layers of wool that match the leaves. I can't wait for my first pair of tights, my first donning of boots, the first twist of scarf around my neck.
But I am somewhat ashamed of myself, to be looking toward a new season when the glorious one we've got has hardly started. I'm not ready for summer to be over, just perpetually thinking about what comes next. For now there is outdoor dining to be done, Central Park's concerts to be heard, long walks through Prospect Park and rooftop exhibitions at The Met. I'm going to bathe myself in this New York City summer, so that I'll have no regrets when the air makes its turn toward fall.
Everything in a New York Summer happens in an instant. A dog is let outside, he barks, and is shushed back inside. A mosquito lands and its business is done. Sunset is a quick affair, making room for an even hotter night. Sometimes I am so taken by the dappled light of an oak tree's shadow, and I remind myself that in no time at all, those leaves will be dropped, brittle and crunching, and then they will be gone.
Yes, fall is always just around the corner, as we receive shipment after shipment of wool sweaters at Anthropologie. I am excited, though, for wool sweaters are one of Anthro's highlights. I can't wait for it to be just crisp enough outside to wear layers of wool that match the leaves. I can't wait for my first pair of tights, my first donning of boots, the first twist of scarf around my neck.
But I am somewhat ashamed of myself, to be looking toward a new season when the glorious one we've got has hardly started. I'm not ready for summer to be over, just perpetually thinking about what comes next. For now there is outdoor dining to be done, Central Park's concerts to be heard, long walks through Prospect Park and rooftop exhibitions at The Met. I'm going to bathe myself in this New York City summer, so that I'll have no regrets when the air makes its turn toward fall.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
"If it looks like it's made for a 20 year-old, we don't make it."
What's cheap, annoying, young, and polyester-y?
Yep, I'm sure you guessed it: American Eagle Outfitters.
Do you want to look boring and conventional? Do you want your look to be overwhelmed by over-saturated fuchsias and kelly greens? Do you want your clothes to fall apart? Then hey, it's your store. American Eagle represents the opposite of everything that I agree with. The stores play loud pop music, complete with music videos, the clothes are far too stretchy for anyone's good, and the design aesthetic is juvenile, often heart-covered, and easy.
But a thousand "oh, thank GOD"s for sister lines! American Eagle, through all their mundanity, realized that in order to succeed they'd have to appeal to a wider base than just "tell Brian that Katy said that Amber thought Josh liked Stacy".
Thus, American Eagle's developers created Martin+Osa, a clothing store that targets a 25-40 year-old customer.
And oh my GOD, they did it WELL.
The store is named for a "globetrotting husband and wife team" who apparently did all sorts of exciting things in Africa and the South Pacific, which is why the brand is so travel and outdoor-oriented. The store will recycle customers' old clothing, and screens in the stoor play videos of a couple (resembling the original Martin and Osa) being very organic, flowery, and calmly excited about the outdoors.
Martin+Osa is one of those lifestyle retailers, a store into which you walk and everything around you suddenly transports you elsewhere. The storefront has no windows, only wood and opaque blue glass. The stores themselves are cedar-scented (thanks to a continuous spray of two different woodsy scents) and wood-lined, with very minimalistic and organic decor. Well-designed lighting effects make it look as though clouds are passing overhead.
I think Martin+Osa is one of the smartest stores around. The minute you walk in you are welcomed by a scent of cedar (what other clothing store smells like cedar?), and at the counter, displayed for the purchase, are Martin+Osa candles that smell exactly the same. As you shop, a sales person will offer you a free bottle of Fiji water. The dressing rooms feature floor-to (very tall) ceiling doors and mirrors. Inside the dressing room is a well-designed button to press for assistance, underneath which is the phrase "We're at your beck+call", which repeats the plus sign used in the store logo. Even tags are not attached to the clothing with plastic, but with these crazy metal safety pins unlike any I'd ever seen before.
Needless to say, Martin+Osa is a very high-end retail experience for a moderate price. They've capitalized on the aesthetic of their store, and created a whole new trend. No detail or service was overlooked in the production of this brand, and I'm sure it will stay around for years.
And finally, people dressing above their age rather than below it!
Yep, I'm sure you guessed it: American Eagle Outfitters.
Do you want to look boring and conventional? Do you want your look to be overwhelmed by over-saturated fuchsias and kelly greens? Do you want your clothes to fall apart? Then hey, it's your store. American Eagle represents the opposite of everything that I agree with. The stores play loud pop music, complete with music videos, the clothes are far too stretchy for anyone's good, and the design aesthetic is juvenile, often heart-covered, and easy.
But a thousand "oh, thank GOD"s for sister lines! American Eagle, through all their mundanity, realized that in order to succeed they'd have to appeal to a wider base than just "tell Brian that Katy said that Amber thought Josh liked Stacy".
Thus, American Eagle's developers created Martin+Osa, a clothing store that targets a 25-40 year-old customer.
And oh my GOD, they did it WELL.
The store is named for a "globetrotting husband and wife team" who apparently did all sorts of exciting things in Africa and the South Pacific, which is why the brand is so travel and outdoor-oriented. The store will recycle customers' old clothing, and screens in the stoor play videos of a couple (resembling the original Martin and Osa) being very organic, flowery, and calmly excited about the outdoors.
Martin+Osa is one of those lifestyle retailers, a store into which you walk and everything around you suddenly transports you elsewhere. The storefront has no windows, only wood and opaque blue glass. The stores themselves are cedar-scented (thanks to a continuous spray of two different woodsy scents) and wood-lined, with very minimalistic and organic decor. Well-designed lighting effects make it look as though clouds are passing overhead.
I think Martin+Osa is one of the smartest stores around. The minute you walk in you are welcomed by a scent of cedar (what other clothing store smells like cedar?), and at the counter, displayed for the purchase, are Martin+Osa candles that smell exactly the same. As you shop, a sales person will offer you a free bottle of Fiji water. The dressing rooms feature floor-to (very tall) ceiling doors and mirrors. Inside the dressing room is a well-designed button to press for assistance, underneath which is the phrase "We're at your beck+call", which repeats the plus sign used in the store logo. Even tags are not attached to the clothing with plastic, but with these crazy metal safety pins unlike any I'd ever seen before.
Needless to say, Martin+Osa is a very high-end retail experience for a moderate price. They've capitalized on the aesthetic of their store, and created a whole new trend. No detail or service was overlooked in the production of this brand, and I'm sure it will stay around for years.
And finally, people dressing above their age rather than below it!
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
See Me, Smell Me, Please Don't Eat Me
Let's focus for just a moment on Jessica Simpson. Not on her boobs, or meat-eating, or anything related to tunafish. Do you remember about five years ago, when her body-care line "Dessert" was popular? Well, I guess "popular" is a stretch. The line was all pink, plastic, and (worse) edible. The entire line was edible, and smelled edible, and looked edible. I always thought that was a little too weird- why, as Americans, do we need to eat the entire kitchen and then continue to lick our own calves?
Thus, my dismay upon learning about the upcoming collaboration between Sephora and Dylan's Candy Bar. I don't really understand what Dylan's is- it's an actual candy store, apparently three stories tall, that also sells clothing, shoes and pillows decorated with "DYLAN'S CANDY BAR".
I can't even begin to express my anger over shirts that have candy-related phrases or logos on them, so I'll let that one pass. But Sephora, Sephora is a shining heaven of new horizons (what did I just say?), it is an oasis of beautiful, life-changing products displayed beautifully and elegantly. When you walk into Sephora, you're a new woman with entirely new ideas.
These ideas do not include time-travel, or wanting to be 12 again and adorn yourself with lotions reminiscent of cupcakes. I don't know about anyone else, but the only time I allow myself to smell like food is during the holidays when Philosophy comes out with these babies:
But somehow, the use of Philosophy's food-inspired body washes still makes me feel mature and womanly, and doesn't leave me wanting to go hop on my Razor scooter and grab a Charleston Chew to munch while I watch "Boy Meets World".
I am disappointed that Sephora is teaming up with Dylan's, only because the idea will only make women look and act (and smell) younger, instead of looking and acting exactly the age that they are.
Thus, my dismay upon learning about the upcoming collaboration between Sephora and Dylan's Candy Bar. I don't really understand what Dylan's is- it's an actual candy store, apparently three stories tall, that also sells clothing, shoes and pillows decorated with "DYLAN'S CANDY BAR".
I can't even begin to express my anger over shirts that have candy-related phrases or logos on them, so I'll let that one pass. But Sephora, Sephora is a shining heaven of new horizons (what did I just say?), it is an oasis of beautiful, life-changing products displayed beautifully and elegantly. When you walk into Sephora, you're a new woman with entirely new ideas.
These ideas do not include time-travel, or wanting to be 12 again and adorn yourself with lotions reminiscent of cupcakes. I don't know about anyone else, but the only time I allow myself to smell like food is during the holidays when Philosophy comes out with these babies:
But somehow, the use of Philosophy's food-inspired body washes still makes me feel mature and womanly, and doesn't leave me wanting to go hop on my Razor scooter and grab a Charleston Chew to munch while I watch "Boy Meets World".
I am disappointed that Sephora is teaming up with Dylan's, only because the idea will only make women look and act (and smell) younger, instead of looking and acting exactly the age that they are.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Say WHAT!
Taylor Momsen has recently signed on with IMG Modeling Agency. That kind of came from left field, right? Like, she's pretty, but is she really that pretty?
There's a kind of alternative, all-too noticeable, kind-of-needs-to-be-stared-at quality that most high fashion models have. Taylor never really struck me as that girl.
Taylor Momsen plays Jenny Humphrey on CW's "Gossip Girl" (thebestshowevercreatedever).
I predict we'll be seeing her in some Converse ads or maybe a couple for Lip Smackers or Go!International, but definitely not gracing the pages of W.
There's a kind of alternative, all-too noticeable, kind-of-needs-to-be-stared-at quality that most high fashion models have. Taylor never really struck me as that girl.
Taylor Momsen plays Jenny Humphrey on CW's "Gossip Girl" (thebestshowevercreatedever).
I predict we'll be seeing her in some Converse ads or maybe a couple for Lip Smackers or Go!International, but definitely not gracing the pages of W.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Update! (Look I've been on here long enough to warrant an update)
New favorite modes!
I was just looking at my old post of favorite models. Oh man, has it changed. Jessica Stam, I have since learned, is a major cootie queen-slash-kleptomaniac. When she fell on her face on the runway, I felt a little sad, but also kind of happy, because she's mean.
Lily Donaldson, as I've mentioned, is not all together that attractive anymore. Which really doesn't matter, but it's why she's unattractive: sickly thin! Which means she doesn't value herself and her health, and doesn't love herself completely. Which are very unattractive things in a woman.
Lily Cole was kind of too naked in a past issue of W, and I lost taste for her... She kind of bores me?
Why do I keep saying "kind of"?
New additions:
Ali Michael. You may have seen her on "The Today Show", and probably other shows having to do with days of the week, speaking up about anorexia nervosa. She's 18, and was 16 when diagnosed. Since then, she has recovered, and is using her voice to make an impact on the fashion world. Everyone else has tried to add pounds to runway models, but I think a real difference can be made once the models themselves start making a scene.
Caroline Trentini might just be the cutest thing ever. You'll know her because she's always jumping.
Du Juan is Asian, so I immediately liked her. Her name means "cuckoo bird".
Carmen Kass is president of the Estonian National Chess League, and once ran for European Parliament. And she looks just like that girl from Top Model.
I was just looking at my old post of favorite models. Oh man, has it changed. Jessica Stam, I have since learned, is a major cootie queen-slash-kleptomaniac. When she fell on her face on the runway, I felt a little sad, but also kind of happy, because she's mean.
Lily Donaldson, as I've mentioned, is not all together that attractive anymore. Which really doesn't matter, but it's why she's unattractive: sickly thin! Which means she doesn't value herself and her health, and doesn't love herself completely. Which are very unattractive things in a woman.
Lily Cole was kind of too naked in a past issue of W, and I lost taste for her... She kind of bores me?
Why do I keep saying "kind of"?
New additions:
Ali Michael. You may have seen her on "The Today Show", and probably other shows having to do with days of the week, speaking up about anorexia nervosa. She's 18, and was 16 when diagnosed. Since then, she has recovered, and is using her voice to make an impact on the fashion world. Everyone else has tried to add pounds to runway models, but I think a real difference can be made once the models themselves start making a scene.
Caroline Trentini might just be the cutest thing ever. You'll know her because she's always jumping.
Du Juan is Asian, so I immediately liked her. Her name means "cuckoo bird".
Carmen Kass is president of the Estonian National Chess League, and once ran for European Parliament. And she looks just like that girl from Top Model.
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