A Note On Fetishes

Working in Soho makes it difficult to not spend money shopping. A zillion great stores are in spitting distance from our office. Seriously, loogies land on stores like Uniqlo, Madewell (sick boots), Forever, H&M (and those are just the affordable ones). After work, when I tell myself I'm going "window shopping", quite the opposite usually happens.

Take today, for instance. I walked into the Soho Bloomingdale's thinking I'd kill some time before meeting a friend. I actually did not end up KILLING time, but more like gaining some more (ha. ha. knee slapper!) because I walked out with a Michael Kors watch. Who buys a watch on a brim? But what can I say, it was love at first sight. Just look at the little description:
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"This sophisticated ladies watch is cased within a cream horn bracelet and its facia includes a cream mother-of-pearl dial. Ideal for day or nightwear."
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I have two fetishes (this feels like an inaccurate pluralization of fetish but whateva): Lip gloss, and, now that I'm becoming a working woman, watches. Mind you, people do not find fetishes; fetishes find them.

I think my personal, semi-fetishes are quite parallel. I value my Chanel Lipgloss and Michele watch as much as I value my Bonne Belle Dr. Pepper and my Armitron running stopwatch from Walmart. However, if I were to lose the Michele/Chanel or any Michael Kors/Stila I'd be a whole lot more perturbed than if I were to lose the CVS/Wally World stuff.

My Chanel Lipgloss is actually missing right now, but Chanel lipgloss doesn't just go missing. It gets stolen. Copped. Snatched. Jacked.

Until next time.

P.S. Please excuse the materialistic post, but I had to get it out of my system.

Burning Man

I had drinks with my friend last night who I haven't seen in 2 years. It was good to catch up and we relived our Philadelphia roots by hanging out the bar Shorty's which use to be Tony Lukes. All you Philly people should hit that place up. We also watched the Eagles weave cowboy hats out of Tony Romo's pubic hair. 37-31 biotches.

Anyways my friend had said that her boyfriend had flew to Nevada on labor day weekend for the Burning Man Festival. And no it's not some Anti-Christ, Devil-lovin nudity cult. Ok, maybe some nudity. Here's the 411. A, you want to go next year?

The Burning Man is an annual event held in Black Rock Desert, in Northern Nevada. As the festivals website states "Trying to explain what Burning Man is to someone who has never been to the event is a bit like trying to explain what a particular color looks like to someone who is blind"

It's a massive amount of art, alcohol, and costumes... mixed in with the occasional breast.

Here's a direct link to the more info on the event: http://www.burningman.com/

Where "A" Lives (Ballin')

Vertigo-inducing Architecture + Mad Mulah = 3.5 million dolla' 2 bedroom residence.

The building includes floor-to-ceiling fireplace hearths, a library, a 75-foot swimming pool, a screening room, a yoga studio and a "Tribeca Tot Room" for the insanely rich. (via Gothamist)


"A" plans to call it her home in 2010. We advertisers obviously have some heavy paychecks. As T.I like to say "I got rubberband banks in my pocket"

I kid, I kid.

Sippy Cup Sophistication

There's a new vodka in town and it taste like childhood. Here's new twist on the cosmo for all you Sex-and-the-City New Yorkers

White Grape Cosmo Recipe

* 1.25oz Smirnoff White Grape Flavored Vodka
* .25 oz triple sec
* 2 oz cranberry juice
* 1 oz lemon-lime soda
* Combine in a cocktail shaker with ice
* Shake, strain and serve in a martini glass
* Add a dash of lemon juice or squeeze of lemon

Place in a Sippy cup and have fun corrupting your childhood memories of innocent juice drinking.