Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Paris is Burning

Just before Thanksgiving, The Boy and I spent a quiet night at home. It was my turn to pick a movie and I settled on a documentary I'd wanted to see for a long time, called Paris is Burning. A classic documentary about the birth of voguing, I expected amazing dancing and flashy costumes. I got plenty of that plus more; it brought me close to tears.

Friday, November 25, 2011

A Very Vintage Thanksgiving

I ate an ungodly amount of food yesterday, as is the custom. I swear I'm still stuffed from yesterday, both with food and nostalgia. There's no time like the holidays to look back and feel cozy.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Thanksgiving at the White House, 1887

Just in case you were wondering what presidents of old ate for Thanksgiving, the White House Cookbook, first published in 1887, lays it out very clearly. Including instructions for removing the guts and feathers from a turkey.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Photo Friday: Holmes, I Presume

My friend and I have a little transatlantic book club (she's in Nigeria, I'm in New York), and we're reading The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. I went to the lovely Unnameable Books bookstore in Park Slope (a book lover's paradise, I swear) and found that the only way I could get The Adventures would be to buy The Complete Sherlock Holmes.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Retrofit: Just Jeans

I love how elegant and dainty my vintage clothes can make me feel, but I have to be honest with myself and say I don't have the time or energy to be so put together each day. Luckily, I work in a really lax environment, so I can wear jeans, and more and more, that's exactly what I do. I don't know if I'm in a rut or what, but there you go.

Still, I try to add touches that give my very modern jeans a vintage feel.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Photo Friday (on Saturday): Pan Am Bag

A couple weeks ago, when we were experiencing some kind of crazy fall heatwave, I snapped a photo of a handsome stranger with a Pan Am bag.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Now Playing: Mayer Hawthorne

Mayer Hawthorne @ Terminal 5, NYC 11/4'
Bowtie? Tambourine? Suit? Will you marry me?
Last week, The Boy got tickets to see Chromeo as a sort of pick-me-up, since I'd been feeling pretty crummy. I was so excited to see this dance-y electro-pop group that I completely forgot to see who else was on the Night Falls Tour with them. I'd been seeing ads for some clown in wayfarers called Mayer Hawthorne on Spotify but I didn't realize til I got to Terminal 5 that he was playing, too. I'd never heard of him, making me tragically unhip in a very hip crowd, but he started to play and I fell in love. No joke. I've hardly listened to anything else in the last week.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Black Americana on Tumblr

via Vogue Italia

I'm bubbling with crazy excitement after seeing (and drooling over) Brandon Littlejohn's Black Americana photo essay project. He and photographer Rod Gailes OBC got together to show the other side of black life in the 1950s. Plenty of people left the race problem at home and had a good time. Littlejohn is frustrated by the same things that frustrate me; black people weren't a monolithic poor, marching mass in the 50s and 60s and it's not fair to portray them as such. There were a fair number of professionals and people with summer homes. In fact, I look at these photos and remember my own summers on Martha's Vineyard, a place that has long been a vacation spot for blacks.

(Did I mention that dude is 24? And while researching this project, he only listened to music from the 50s and dressed the part, too? Brandon, if you're reading this, will you be my friend?)

I dare you to look at the photos from the Island in the Sun series and not want to join that party. Check out his Tumblr, too. Bravo, Mr. Littlejohn, bravo.

Update: Brandon has asked me to ask you guys to help him out with his project. Make a donation on Indie Gogo
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Saturday, November 5, 2011

Um, Price Check?

I love things that are old and rare, and I love books. But I most certainly would not pay $2,175 for a mere handful of books.