tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84024104497697857362024-03-05T16:36:11.634-05:00Le Nouveau Mondea spiritual discovery of new york citySabrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13352174726876361984noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402410449769785736.post-89469801669000587942011-07-03T07:18:00.003-04:002011-07-03T07:27:06.841-04:00Picnic to go<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://healthycollegeliving.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/old-fashioned-picnic-basket.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 320px;" src="http://healthycollegeliving.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/old-fashioned-picnic-basket.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />You can have almost anything delivered in NYC, including coffee and a bagel to the line for Shakespeare in the Park. Now you can add fully-packed picnic baskets to the list. Just call <a href="http://www.perfectpicnicnyc.com/">Perfect Picnic</a> up to one hour before your picnic, and they will deliver a basket full of local goodies to your location. <br /><br />Buon appetito.Sabrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13352174726876361984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402410449769785736.post-82303034115495036062011-04-10T22:14:00.002-04:002011-04-10T22:17:21.991-04:00The City's Fickle Soul<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPoy3n8rRVujH2A6erxdNDlqMwnzN1q5c5mGQDWatiyfryqg-LbT8Wjika8SubQFU2IJHg6SML0eRxQXn43ObyNdxwuj25zVR8f_sB8o8ls1O1WliixK3BXvScxBdSYnOowUCZUASN4ms/s1600/P1010647.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPoy3n8rRVujH2A6erxdNDlqMwnzN1q5c5mGQDWatiyfryqg-LbT8Wjika8SubQFU2IJHg6SML0eRxQXn43ObyNdxwuj25zVR8f_sB8o8ls1O1WliixK3BXvScxBdSYnOowUCZUASN4ms/s400/P1010647.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594144273045227954" /></a><br /><br /><br />"To hunt for an apartment is to decide which New York you belong in, and what specific droplet of the city's fickle soul has found its way into your veins." <br /><br />- By Justin Davidson, New York Magazine, April 11, 2011Sabrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13352174726876361984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402410449769785736.post-46919473370821866942011-01-15T11:48:00.002-05:002011-01-15T11:57:25.075-05:00Luck<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv0iUbL2ShC0OsGwiJGl3OAz7REdcfl75u8bidd67b02WniXxxfH7N4Lz1g_rt-9KjiWE-I3BmnI7f8mzhujiLs_AsEvXWwqylvwgVNjoMl38XB64ERrVqcJa-opoR2u59yoJrHPxe_xY/s1600/P1060096_2.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv0iUbL2ShC0OsGwiJGl3OAz7REdcfl75u8bidd67b02WniXxxfH7N4Lz1g_rt-9KjiWE-I3BmnI7f8mzhujiLs_AsEvXWwqylvwgVNjoMl38XB64ERrVqcJa-opoR2u59yoJrHPxe_xY/s400/P1060096_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562457799121487426" /></a><br /><br />"No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky." - E.B. WhiteSabrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13352174726876361984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402410449769785736.post-29633412544845761352010-04-09T00:50:00.003-04:002010-04-09T00:52:41.101-04:00andy warhol's madonna<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD2J0h9EfWuC_4LbTR9-eX5oQni4EeRGy1QpvWTuO_Rd3YgAQT77lvfZDrRLYth_0ndzLkAQbP6c3hV5MCPH8Sfo64htpGszmZkr2Rd0iQLG8R8NYtDnlqn2VR0Mx62Mfu2jTvkCvJHys/s1600/P1050710.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD2J0h9EfWuC_4LbTR9-eX5oQni4EeRGy1QpvWTuO_Rd3YgAQT77lvfZDrRLYth_0ndzLkAQbP6c3hV5MCPH8Sfo64htpGszmZkr2Rd0iQLG8R8NYtDnlqn2VR0Mx62Mfu2jTvkCvJHys/s400/P1050710.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457995896537928370" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Meatpacking District, New York, New York<br />October 2009</span>Sabrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13352174726876361984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402410449769785736.post-37003886630398054782010-04-07T20:50:00.006-04:002010-04-07T21:06:42.821-04:00photographs of madonna's new york<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTV3l4irR2pOf4_IA8b22KxXc6pcu5gDFQ1rNvBymCad6HWEaigJMQvUPQX09HgWmhS1qAZKnRGPmpjfp75uKGeXnU7iavluYr8OeXHV1BMciBvEHPASdUj9VWWDLXg-15RjFXFFUMekc/s1600/79342-581.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTV3l4irR2pOf4_IA8b22KxXc6pcu5gDFQ1rNvBymCad6HWEaigJMQvUPQX09HgWmhS1qAZKnRGPmpjfp75uKGeXnU7iavluYr8OeXHV1BMciBvEHPASdUj9VWWDLXg-15RjFXFFUMekc/s200/79342-581.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457562921421116930" /></a><br /><a href="http://richardcormanstore.com/products/79342-a2-madonna-in-kitchen-1">Source</a><br /><br />Have $3,250 to spare? Perhaps I can interest you in some vintage Madonna in New York <a href="http://richardcormanstore.com/products/79342-a2-madonna-in-kitchen-1">photographs</a> from the 80s - before she was the Madonna we all know and love. My favorite image is the one above, although I also love <a href="http://richardcormanstore.com/products/79412-b1-cinderella-on-rooftop-1">this one</a> because it features one of my favorite clocks in New York City - namely the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Met_Life_Tower"> Metropolitan Life Insurance Company Tower</a> located at Madison Square Park. <br /><br />They always turn that clock pink and orange for Halloween :). <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">April 7, 2010</span>Sabrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13352174726876361984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402410449769785736.post-19477716663550905922010-04-06T23:02:00.005-04:002010-04-07T21:04:22.990-04:00Annie Hall on the big screen<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TBzHphcc2Jw&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TBzHphcc2Jw&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Annie Hall Trailer</span><br /><br /><br />I went to see Annie Hall down near Union Square at <a href="http://www.newschool.edu/parsons/">Parsons</a> tonight as part of their <a href="http://fashion.parsons.edu/2010/03/30/fashion-in-film-new-york-city/">Fashion in Film New York City</a> series. They held a reception with wine and cheese in the courtyard before the screening. It was the perfect way to take advantage of this early Spring weather. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/bios/judith_thurman/search?contributorName=judith%20thurman">Judith Thurman</a>, fashion author and contributor for the <span style="font-style:italic;">New Yorker</span>, introduced the film by talking about New York in the '70s and Diane Keaton's fashion in the film. She told us how Woody Allen wanted Annie Hall's fashion to be based on how Diane Keaton dressed in real life, and that they used Ralph Lauren's clothes in the film even though he wasn't famous yet. I think it's romantic that Allen wanted to bring his girlfriend's style to the film; a way of paying homage to her. <br /><br />The movie was excellent and much funnier than I remember it, I guess because Allen is one of those director's that you have to mature into appreciating. Both his and her clothes were amazing; very crisp and interesting. I am so wearing a hat to work tomorrow. <br /><br />The series is going on for another three weeks. During the next three Tuesdays, they will show <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0066181/">On a Clear Day You Can See Forever</a> (Barbra Streisand), <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0047437/">Sabrina</a> (Audrey Hepburn) and <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0067309/">Klute</a> Jane Fonda. Can't wait to see all the outfits. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">April 6, 2010</span>Sabrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13352174726876361984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402410449769785736.post-86856641912584707942010-04-05T22:32:00.006-04:002010-04-07T21:07:18.483-04:00humor me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/1/12483/277673-175026-jerry_large.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 420px;" src="http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/1/12483/277673-175026-jerry_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Jerry" from Tom & Jerry</span><br /><br /><br />I've been dealing with this mouse problem for about one year now, and it's starting to get annoying. I shed several pounds last year because I tried to starve them out of the apartment by not bringing any food in. It didn't help with the mice, but I did lose some weight. After glue traps, starvation and various other devices didn't work, and I had to get rid of a teeny mouse at 2:00 in the morning BY MYSELF, my landlord finally filled all the holes around my apartment, and that helped. Until now. Yuck. <br /><br />I told my landlord about the new mouse last night, and he promised to "get on it's tail today" (he really said that). When we spoke on the phone today, he proudly told me about how he set up various traps with peanut butter around my flat, which in my tiny studio means surrounding my bed. Great, I'm sure that'll help me get a good night's sleep. I sternly explained to him that rather than lure mice into my apartment to eat or die, I would rather they didn't come in at all, so can we please fill the holes. He went quiet which I took as a sign of understanding. I was wrong, which I realized once I got home. So I tried something new. "Look, I know you're short-staffed right now. I'll help you fill in the holes. Let's do it together and get this whole mess over with" I kindly told him on his voicemail. He called me back and agreed to come up at 9 o'clock at night. <br /><br />You can imagine my surprise when he came empty handed without the mouse-repellent glue for the holes. He insisted it was impossible to find out how they came in. Then I realized I wasn't dealing with a logical landlord, but an 81 year old stubborn man. So after he checked all the easy places with flashlight I said, "Robert. Humor me. Let's pull out the fridge and the stove, and if we don't see any holes, I'll leave you alone about this." This got through to him and he pulled out the fridge. I filled one tiny hole with steel wool. Then we pried the oven from it's place and he tilted it while I peaked behind it with the flashlight. "Look, there," I said. There, between the floor and the wall, was a wedge, covered in messy super glue with holes peaking out. He looked and responded, "I'm not going to say no, but I'm not going to say yes either." I convinced him to go get the super glue so we can get this over with and he won't have to deal with the problem anymore. Thirty minutes later he came back empty handed again. He couldn't find the glue, so now I'm going to have to wait a day or two to get it done. <br /><br />Until then, fingers crossed that my new 'no food' rule actually works this time. At least if I can't get rid of <a href="http://www.cartoonnetwork.com/tv_shows/tomjerry/index.html">Jerry</a>, I'll shed some of those extra pounds.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">April 5, 2010</span>Sabrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13352174726876361984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402410449769785736.post-65324859451399056092010-04-04T22:40:00.017-04:002010-04-07T21:03:57.878-04:00meditative spirit of paper<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.artnet.com/artwork_images_424861920_538483_robert-ryan.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 480px;" src="http://images.artnet.com/artwork_images_424861920_538483_robert-ryan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Rob Ryan "Can We Shall We"</span><br /><br /><br />Today, for the first time this week, I got out of work while it was still light outside. Spring has come unexpectedly to New York City, like the sudden arrival of good news. I walked down Varick Street under a pink streaked sky which softened the red headlights of cars lining up to enter the tunnel. The shiny glass buildings stood tall, ready to reflect nighttime's hundreds of little lights. <br /><br />I went to a pizza joint where I had steaming hot mozzarella sticks with cheese oozing out of them. Afterwards I met up with a friend at the <a href="http://www.madmuseum.org/">Museum of Art & Design</a> where we went to the <a href="http://collections.madmuseum.org/code/emuseum.asp?emu_action=advsearch&rawsearch=exhibitionid/,/is/,/485/,/true/,/false&profile=exhibitions">Slash: Paper Under the Knife </a>exhibit. We wandered through two floors of paper art and saw everything from repurposed <a href="http://collections.madmuseum.org/code/emuseum.asp?emu_action=searchrequest&moduleid=1&profile=objects¤trecord=1&style=single&rawsearch=id/,/is/,/7175/,/false/,/true">love letters</a> to a <a href="http://collections.madmuseum.org/code/emuseum.asp?emu_action=searchrequest&moduleid=1&profile=objects¤trecord=1&style=single&rawsearch=id/,/is/,/7168/,/false/,/true">man statue</a> made out of colorful paper. <a href="http://collections.madmuseum.org/code/emuseum.asp?emu_action=searchrequest&moduleid=1&profile=objects¤trecord=1&style=single&rawsearch=id/,/is/,/7347/,/false/,/true">Adam Fowler's Untitled (74 Layers)</a> reminded me of the meditative spirit of the mundane repetitative task. It's like when thought stops and your spirit takes over and your heart communicates directly with your hands. <br /><br />Had a lovely walk home from the museum where noticed that the Lincoln Center put lights under their steps. Very Billy Jean meets the Guggenheim.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">March 18, 2010</span>Sabrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13352174726876361984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402410449769785736.post-79507489113342718112010-04-04T22:30:00.009-04:002010-04-07T21:07:40.635-04:00of mice and traffic<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ZQFqsPPhCDRZMYJXzEt20jB59kLe2hGDgNZx0H1YYr8RCGgiPlz991nkaCFKAvfj1-FD772GoYYiz6vb_qtVh_vCn5ajzCMOLgRJJXqXPUI1mZxNQK0e3gXhG6EcnrvVtMVB7gABXdI/s1600/P1030564.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ZQFqsPPhCDRZMYJXzEt20jB59kLe2hGDgNZx0H1YYr8RCGgiPlz991nkaCFKAvfj1-FD772GoYYiz6vb_qtVh_vCn5ajzCMOLgRJJXqXPUI1mZxNQK0e3gXhG6EcnrvVtMVB7gABXdI/s200/P1030564.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456477175954482626" /></a><br /><br />Took a nap today with my window open. Sounds of traffic, honking horns, footsteps and cars racing by mingled with a warm breeze and wafted into my apartment together in lazy waves. It's a hot Spring in New York City. <br /><br />When I woke up, I heard a mouse rummaging under my kitchen sink and I ran out of the apartment in terror. It's a hot Spring in New York City.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">April 4, 2010</span>Sabrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13352174726876361984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402410449769785736.post-34291562335616196182008-09-04T22:43:00.015-04:002010-04-07T21:05:36.255-04:00you're going to need one of these in new york<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9tAnnBk9wz8-6S2T9x1c5iYh1cnaWBLOGKDw9zKcgxhc7CxRPPMQdujoRgWOOPon-D8pNp6pTnDQxUyUFREg_fH2dkYxojvkTYXtba-onk6OuCDnboPUgN3JIieI69YMaczD646u52A0/s1600-h/P1040156.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9tAnnBk9wz8-6S2T9x1c5iYh1cnaWBLOGKDw9zKcgxhc7CxRPPMQdujoRgWOOPon-D8pNp6pTnDQxUyUFREg_fH2dkYxojvkTYXtba-onk6OuCDnboPUgN3JIieI69YMaczD646u52A0/s200/P1040156.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248137965175230562" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Shannon Doherty at the After Party</span><br /><br /><br />Boss took me to my first fashion show in New York; Gen Art's 14th Annual Fresh Faces in Fashion Runway Show and Party hosted by Shannon Doherty. The 13-year old girl inside of me was very excited to see <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brenda_Walsh">Brenda</a> in person. We took the M16 bus and the friendly bus driver let us pay partial fare since we didn't have enough change. We enjoyed the show and took photos of ourselves in Paris Hilton poses in front of the logo-screens afterwards. <br /><br />Went to the after-party alone since my boss was too tired to come along. I took funny photos in the booth, found the VIP section by randomly following people where I watched taggers spray-paint a mural of the skyline and saw Shannon Doherty thisclose (photo above). <br /><br />Played for a chance to win a T-Mobile Blackberry Curve phone and lost. Tried to talk one of the girls into giving me one by showing her my crappy phone (didn't work). She ended up feeling bad for me for being alone at the party and let me win one anyway, saying 'You're going to need one of these in New York'. I snuck her drinks in the bathroom as a thank you (it was open bar). <br /><br />My new phone and I took cab home and spent the whole time discussing the merits and faults of living in New York City with the Pakistani driver.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">September 4, 2008</span>Sabrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13352174726876361984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402410449769785736.post-72670443639134392482008-09-03T20:26:00.014-04:002010-04-07T21:06:29.862-04:00traffic lights<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvg_-FSJKUEgGn842F4rC2cLf5FbWI9HW4NbaLaOnC25ZAQ7DAp0nc5BjaiXrGjmyBYJRBKNCMjkd5CKHZNrffLGTcbhy7pGxbmfgQTdBOfjd2S1HuKclRXmwhyRym4la2mrAwRVgRuPE/s1600-h/P1020394.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvg_-FSJKUEgGn842F4rC2cLf5FbWI9HW4NbaLaOnC25ZAQ7DAp0nc5BjaiXrGjmyBYJRBKNCMjkd5CKHZNrffLGTcbhy7pGxbmfgQTdBOfjd2S1HuKclRXmwhyRym4la2mrAwRVgRuPE/s200/P1020394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451291405545199410" /></a><br /><br />The vanity of New York City is most obvious in the way she admires her reflection every fleeting second of the day. When I wait for traffic lights to change at street corners, I too admire its blue sky and tall buildings, bent and distorted in the tinted glass of buses and cars.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">September 3, 2008</span>Sabrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13352174726876361984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402410449769785736.post-21249864583466163072008-01-17T13:05:00.010-05:002010-04-07T21:08:35.287-04:00Ear Inn<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://earinn.com/images/earinn-3.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://earinn.com/images/earinn-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />326 Spring St.<br />New York, NY 10013<br />212-226-9060<br /><br /><br />Had beer at the bar of <a href="http://earinn.com/">Ear Inn </a>with a friend of a friend. The place was empty and they played the <a href="http://www.arcticmonkeys.com/">Arctic Monkeys</a>.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">January 17, 2008</span>Sabrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13352174726876361984noreply@blogger.com0