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A major perk of authoring this website is discovering fantastic, neighborhood-adjacent dining spots that I probably wouldn’t have walked by on my own. Located within a comfortable walking distance from the east village, but also technically midtown adjacent, GG Tokyo is a fun and cool spot for intimate dining and cocktails that I’m excited to have on my radar. Continue reading Restaurant Review: GG Tokyo Brings the Izakaya Vibe to Manhattan
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A close-out store recently opened not far from where I live in the East Village, and it was on my very first visit that I spotted this week’s Pink Thing: Bubble For Kids featuring an adorable, tiny Pink Mermaid. Squee.
Seriously, how cute is she? I can’t even live.
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Aptly called the Mermaid, Norman Norell’s shimmering, sequin-covered evening gown is arguably his most recognizable creation. Like many designers, he was influenced by Hollywood costumes, especially those created during the Golden Age. In fact, Norell began his career working for both Brooks Costume Company and Paramount Pictures during the 1920s. It is not surprising that he was one of the most successful at incorporating silver screen glamour in his luxurious, ready-to-wear evening garments, especially his Mermaid gowns.
Continue reading Eye On Design: Norman Norell’s Mermaid Dresses
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This little gal was spotted in the vanity area of the bathroom in one of houses owned by my sister and her husband. As you can see, this fine soap dish is “too nice” to actually be used to hold the soap.
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Geoffrey and I went out to Coney Island equipped with a minor agenda that included eating at Wahlburgers (disappointing), attending a concert at the new amphitheater (nice venue, underwhelming artist) and visiting the new-for-2016 Coney Art Walls. We saw the Art Walls Last Summer and they were amazing! Unfortunately, when we tried to enter the space this past weekend, we were told that they were closed for a private party, and that we could pay $15 if we wanted to gain admittance to see them, and also be subjected to what sounded like the worst music ever in the universe of all time. We declined. “Come back tomorrow,” we were told, but that wasn’t going to happen when a 90-minmute subway ride is involved.