Friday, December 31, 2010

Le 2011


Dear 2011,

We haven't met yet, but that will all change in a few short hours. I thought I would get a head start and not only introduce myself, but let you know about a few things I would like in the coming year, in addition to the usual health, happiness etc. If it's not too much trouble I would really like the following this coming year:

- Space. I realize every New Yorker (Parisian, Londoner, Tokyo-an) asks for this, but since I'm asking so early, maybe you can help out and just give me a little more room on this big island.

- A table. This is what I would put in said extra space [see above]. Eating dinner in my bed is not fun anymore.

- A TV. See above.

- Less weight. Yes, I know we should be thankful for everything we have, but I wouldn't mind a little less fat so that I can look nice in all my beautiful clothes. Some don't fit anymore and that makes me sad.

Thanks for listening, '11. I've got to go get ready now, to make sure you can arrive in style.

Happy new year everyone!!

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Le Starr's Hair Whipping

9-year old ice skater Starr Andrews performs to Whip My Hair. So cute!

Monday, December 27, 2010

Le Snow Day

Snow Day

A blizzard swept into NYC yesterday, turning our three-day weekend into four. I woke up this morning to piles of snow and sleeping in in my cozy bed, took my camera for a walk through Central Park. For once I did not get lost in there...though I may have taken the long route a few times ;). Needless to say it was beautiful, but I'll let the photos below speak for themselves. Enjoy.


Friday, December 17, 2010

Le Human Handwriting


I love this article written by Ashton Kutcher for Harper's Bazaar, wondering if romance is dead in a digital age. It's surprisingly well-written. I especially liked this quote about the romance of a hand-written note:

"But, most important, it's flawed. There are errors in handwriting, punctuation, grammar, and spelling that show our vulnerability. And vulnerability is the essence of romance. It's the art of being uncalculated, the willingness to look foolish, the courage to say, 'This is me, and I'm interested in you enough to show you my flaws with the hope that you may embrace me for all that I am but, more important, all that I am not.'"


Thursday, December 09, 2010

Le sunny days in the park

Passing time in the Shakespeare in the Park line

A bitter cold has swept New York City as we inch closer to the shortest day of the year (or longest night - depending on how you want to see it). As I bundle up in my huge coat, scarf and hat, I like to think back to this summer when I spent six hours waiting in line for Shakespeare in the Park tickets.

My friend and I left our homes at 5:30 in the morning and headed into Central Park to get in line with all the other hundreds of people itching to get tickets to see Al Pacino in Merchant of Venice. We walked down the line towards the end, passing people who chose to spend the night there. There were groups of friends, couples and single people; most of them sound asleep. Many of them had air mattresses and looked like they had been kidnapped with their beds in the middle of the night and then dropped into the park, completely unaware that they weren't in their homes any more.

It was a fun experience and kind of relaxing (we basically chilled in the park for six hours) but my absolute favorite part of the whole thing was ordering food to be delivered to us. In line. Exactly. You call the deli, order your bagel with butter and jam, coffee with milk, and a 30 minutes later a guy on a bike rides down the line and calls your name. I got my breakfast still warm.

Hmm. Warm.

Six hours later, we were the second to last people to get stand by tickets for the play (apparently in the history of the theater, everyone who has ever received standby tickets has gotten in to see the play). It was amazing and worth every second of the wait.