I found NEMO but he just wasn't that into me.

INSTAGRAMMAR

Top:         1. "Yeah, it's more pensive.

                      Damn, I was going for thoughtful."
                 2.  These boots are made for walking and that's just what   
                       they'll do
                 3.  My new favorite store is Blue Tree, you should go  
                      there now and go there often, Mad & 92nd.

Center:     1.  These things are old and on display, does that not just  

                      about say it all?

                 2.  I really couldn't sustain a friendship where jogging  

                      was encouraged.

                 3.  The wedding invitations have been wax sealed,  

                      stamped and delivered.  Yeah.

Last:         1.  That is a beer pong table to my left, combined ages:  

                      63; mental acuity, 16.

                 2. "If she wants to go to an arboretum, BANG, I’m in a  

                       room full of trees.  God, I hate trees. So tall and  

                       arrogant."

                 3. It is shocking because of all magazines on the stands,     

                     Town & Country resonates the most with me.  Don't  

                     tell my mother, it would probably kill her.

FINDING NEMO

WEEKEND REVIEW

Do.         As little as possible?  What am I, the voice of my

              generation?  A generation?

See.        Inventing Abstraction, (1910-1925): How a Radical Idea 

              Changed Modern Art, on at MOMA through April.

Drink.    Italian Diplomat's at Jones Wood Foundry until you pass  

              out.  Just kidding, how would you get home?  

Make.    Valentines, obviously.  I am not an expert, but I found  

              these tutorials pretty helpful.

Read.     Get a copy of Hello Goodbye Hello, if you don't trust me,  

              read the New York Times review here.

Watch.   DVR'd episodes of Jeopardy.  Get smarter and heckle    

               Alex Trebek, smug bastard.

Shop.      I am loving Blue Tree right now.  Don't be dismayed by  

              the skeletal website, "the merch is amaze."  You can quote  

              me warmly and fondly on that.

sunday confessions.

1.  In the past month or so, work has picked up ten-fold and it has been very difficult to pretend to be thrilled.  I was quite happy as a lady of relative leisure.  I should mention here that I own my own business.  Counter-intuitive? Yes.  True? Also yes.

2.  I snuck into the Alexander Wang show with the help of a friend of a friend and it was worth it.  The last Alexander Wang show I went to was in 2007 (with the help of a different friend of a friend).  It was time.

2. Over the course of last ten days, I watched every single Made in Chelsea episode ever aired (including the holiday specials) and have come to the conclusion that I am still, gratifyingly fascinated in equal parts by Ollie and Rosie.

4.  It is not uncommon that I completely invent statistics to support my point.  I am a huge believer in this rule of thumb: people are 87% more likely to believe something said with conviction and supporting evidence, than without (see what I did there?)

5. I'm still waiting for Godot.

christopher walken in annie hall is my vehicular role model.

When I started this blog, I made a monumental decision; new year, new Instagram.  So kids, take your average 3:56 minute visit time (yeah, I learned what Google Analytic is) and follow me on Insty.  I promise it will be amusing, as my self-preservation instincts are rapidly declining.  Round here Fridays are going to be about my amateur photography via Insty and my bro'ings on around town.

I am new to blogging, so naturally, we don't know each other very well.  I guess the biggest thing going on for me at the moment is that I am getting married on April 6th.  I read an article about the two-hour premiere of Mad Men (setting my DVR now) referring to the April 7th date as "pretty soon!  So soon, in fact..."

Anyway, that drop-in-the-bucket-sized comment has been snowballing around in my brain for the past few hours and I am having a pretty sizable WTF moment.  I have a relatively demanding job, I am endeavoring to start this blog, I fractured my tailbone three weeks ago (mentioning merely to give you a mental image of how hot I really am) and overall I am pretty lazy person.  So, I have a lot (read: ay-lot) of things to square away. 

Pumping the breaks on the bridezilla bit, I'd like to take a beat and acknowledge how absolutely charmed my world is.  Because I basically have the dopest boyfriend and the greatest life.  I'd also like to give a little wedding teaser:

I am wearing either this, this, or this to my wedding.

Keeping true to our roots, we are getting married at One If By Land, Two If By Sea.

Next weekend is my tea party bridal shower at the Inn at Irving Place.

The Groom has taken the lead planning a dope honeymoon in Tanzania, Zanzibar and Dubai. 

We are mini-mooning for a long weekend in Anguilla.

turkey chili: limited talent, big appetite

I find cooking a rather challenging endeavor and shy away from it without proper supervision.  Given the option, my boyfriend would probably quit his job and train as a chef but refuse to work in a kitchen.  Those are his words, not mine.  He is particular.  But I digress, the point is that I know how to make a killer (healthy) chili.  This is one of the two special skills listed on my resume.  Lets save the other for another time.

Grocery List:
2 medium onions, chopped
2 peppers (red or green) chopped
2 pounds lean ground turkey
1/4 cup chili powder (I use 1/2 cup of Chipotle chili power)
1 can of peeled whole tomatoes
1 can of diced tomatoes
2 cans of tomato paste
1 can of kidney beans
1 can of cannelloni beans
1 chili pepper (optional)

What you need:
Can opener
Knife/Cutting Board
Slotted Spoon
Dutch oven
Big metal pot

Editors Note: I like my food spicy (read: spi-cy), like the beloved two syllable damn (read: day-um).  Keep that in mind for the chili, especially if you use chipotle powder.

The first step is to prep the base of the chili by getting the vast elements mingling with each other.  This inclusion policy applies to the canned tomato products, bell peppers, beans and any other spices you might add.  I hear cumin and oregano are common in chili, but this is pretty damn good as it is so I leave it out.  Same goes for bay leaves and cocoa which I have seen in recipes as well.  While I move onto the next step, I kick up a low flame and cover this bad boy.

Once you have your elements co-mingling its time to brown the turkey.  I heard a rumor that browning requires oil, but I don't bother (health, health, health).  The turkey has some oil and the onions give off enough liquid to coast on through.  I am really technical so I throw in the turkey and onion (as well as an optional chopped jalapeno).  I close the top and make myself a 'well done sweetie' drink.  I give it about five minutes of percolating before I break it up a bit and move it around.  I do this every couple of minutes for about 20 minutes.  Shockingly, it is in fact supposed to look like the prep photo to your left, so no alarm if it does.

With things heating up on both ends, it is time for the relatively complex transfer procedure.  I'm kidding, if you can use a slotted spoon, you're in.  Welcome.  So basically, the turkey has been cooking in its own, essence for lack of a better term.  Since I don't find that "stock" essential, I drain it before transferring it into the chili pot e.g. using a spoon, which has been heating up all the while.  Mix it up, don't be shy and get fierce with the whole tomatoes.  I press them against the side to mash them up a bit.  

This next bit is rather challenging.  Close the lid and do nothing.  I do nothing a lot but in this instance, two hours on a low flame or 45 minutes on a high one.  This recipe yields what I consider to be a boatload; 5-6 servings now and 3-4 to freeze for later.

voyeur in the hou-ouououse.

Arguably, you don’t know someone until you have seen their living room.  You can say this about a lot of things though, playlists, family, what they do when you’re not around.  But let’s pretend you can’t.  I need my living room concept to take flight (get excited).  And you know who agrees with me? Dominique Nabokov and her second book (its a living room series, hold onto your hats) photographing...wait for it...living rooms!  Like I said, you don't know someone until you have seen their living room.  So kids, let’s get to know some new yorkers and judge their taste:

tim sachs, little italy

taylor mead, soho

susan sontag, chelsea

robert wilson, west side highway

nan golin, greenwich village

philip glass, east village

rev. al sharpton, brooklyn

quentin crisp, east village

fernando sanchez, upper east side

francesco clemente, greenwich village

david seider, soho

julian schnabel, west village

 

elle mcpherson, upper east side

amanda tinsley, upper east side

What does your living room say about you?  Any of these images inspire a project?  DIY tweak?  hate mail?

anti-mimesis (bitch stole my look).

anti-mimesis is the enemy camp of mimesis, suggesting on its most basic (read: bayyyysick) level, that all expression is an imitation of an expression that preexists it.  obvi this calls into question the entire theory of semiotic communication and i'm way too tired to have a one night stand with derrida to learn more.  its sunday for heavens sake! so lets just  keep it at just that, bayyyysick.  this is an image of a matisse painting i saw earlier today.  the point of anti-mimetics here dictates that life imitates art far more than art imitates life.  as such, lets look at it and lift it.  abbie hoffman it up.  here we go:

matisse model by sayhellotomylittleblog featuring pendant jewelry