march 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
The Republica Update/Sleeping With The Enemy
It was just that one time. I was drunk. We just happened to run into each other and...well, at least we used a condom. Excuses, excuses. It is a common misstep that most 20 somethings have stumbled upon in their decade of decadence. The story usually goes like this: You’re with someone for a while; real feelings develop, but for whatever reason, it just didn’t work out. You two decide to be “friends” and then there is a lonely night, with a bottle of Merlot and a blackberry - or that one Cinco de Mayo where you got uncharacteristically hammered and insist that he meet up with you, only to find you wearing a stranger’s do-rag and a Gerber daisy in your hair. He proceeds to escort you uptown and is mauled by you in the back of a yellow cab as the tequila courses through your veins and you become painfully aware that a strawberry garnish does not serve as a proper meal with which to server a dozen margaritas. But I digress. (read more)
march 2011
apt 78
i recently produced a valentine's day shoot for vibe online and a cute new spot that opened up in washington heights. any place that serves well for a lingerie shoot is fine by me, so i decided i needed to shoot the space myself. apt 78 is warm, friendly, comfortable and a short walk from my house, so its kind of the ideal hangout! i suggest you check out apt78 as well as their recently launched site, on which my work can be seen.
march 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
The Republica Update/The Be-Sides
i have had the good fortune of being asked to write a column devoted to my very favorite topic: the voices in my head. these spots will be brief, but they will be all me, and hopefully at least marginally entertaining. today was my first post so please check it out.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
lessons on becoming the perfect woman
i was raised to be a self sufficient, independent woman. i paid for my own education; i work fifteen jobs to support my travels, and i virtually never ask for help. for the past decade or so, i thought these characteristics made me a desirable partner. more than just desirable, ideal. i thought every man would want a destiny's child independent woman who didn't need anyone to pay their automo bills. man, was i wrong.
a couple years back i was having a conversation with a local character i refer to as cuban tony soprano. we were discussing a recent break up between me and my then spanish paramour. cuban tony soprano was more than flattering and seemed to genuinely think i was a good girl, however, he made it very clear as to why my latin lover had moved on to greener pastures. according to tony, it was not my impeccable sense of humor, considerate nature or killer ass that did not keep my man happy; it was my inability to cook. plain and simple. cuban tony soprano actually said to me in the year 2009 that my boyfriend broke up with me because i could not cook.
this statement stuck with me and, being the talker i am, i have been taking my own informal poll about this subject in particular over the past couple of years. turns out, there is some truth to it. although i confirmed with my ex that it was not my lack of culinary expertise that resulted in our going our separate ways, it seems that, although the modern women can join the military, vote, and wear pants in public, they still are expected to be the little mrs. in the kitchen.
becoming less obstinate and combative in my old age, i have begun my adventures in kitchen craftiness. baking has never been a problem, but cooking...that is a whole other story. this is why yesterday, when i made a breakfast utilizing more than my toasting acumen or expert ability to pour cereal and milk into a bowl, i took pride, and photos. above is a shot of my first attempt at home made maduros. not rocket science, i know, but proof positive that i am not only becoming a cook, i am becoming a dominican and, most importantly, i am becoming the perfect woman.
february 2011
also seen on: the uptown collective
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
