Cozette

Maddie and I used to dream about moving to New York when we were kids. I’m proud to say that she beat me to the punch and is now working for both PS1 and ICI. I was lucky enough to jump on her artsy coattails while I was there.

The weekend was full of fun gallery outings and evening parties; but, I have to say that my first night in town was by far the best. We ended up at a loft party in SoHo, complete with half naked model waiters and free champagne! And as if that wasn’t amazing enough, who emerged from the blue-lit back room but Nomi, the transsexual vocalist from Hercules and Love Affair! She was wearing the most scandalous leather crop top, leather pants and stripper sky high heels. Such a babe.

I was so excited to explore on Friday, especially my favourite shops in Greenwich. A few of the necessary stops included Leo’s for antique picture frames (I just got a new place and am in frantic decorating mode), Magnolia for a cupcake and Rag & Bone . . . for a pair of shoes!

These are the Rag & Bone booties! They were completely out of my price range, but I experienced one of those divine fashion moments: I tried them on (which is always a mistake) and I could envision them with everything I owned.

I didn’t have them for two days before the wood heel warped in the rain though. I returned them and immediately let out a huge sigh of relief. I had spent half a month’s rent on these puppies. What was I thinking?!?!?! The universe had my back on this one.

Those two days though? They were magical.

My brother, Dylan, lives on the lower east side and so we met up for dinner on St. Marks. Crooked Tree is an adorable nook with seating for less than twenty people, but the food is amazing. The menu boasts a range of sweet and savory crepes, both of which I happily devoured.

Saturday was spent at the Stella Antiques Show, an event at Pier 94 that showcases dealers from all over the U.S.

I’ve never seen so much amazing jewelry in one place. Honestly. Every booth was so well curated and every piece was a work of art. I hope to exhibit here one day!

I particularly loved all the specialty dealers. It amazes me how passionate one can be about a niche item . . . how these dealers gear their lives towards the endless pursuit of a single, coveted item. THAT’S commitment.

This particular booth was both fascinating and nightmare inspiring. The couple who ran the space had bought all the industrial molds from an old 1950s doll factory. I bought one of the faces and plan to hang it somewhere in the new loft.

This silk rose chapeau was so lovely. The booth where I found it was teeming with amazing headwear, much of which I could only afford to gawk at. The gentleman was really sweet though and played dress-up with me for a good fifteen minutes.

Sunday brunch was at Prune near my brother’s place. The line was more than an hour long, which I normally couldn’t handle, but the place is renown. My eggs Benedict was amazing (especially after a long night of partying) and their famous Bloody Mary’s were darn good too.

I spent the better part of brunch trying to sneak a good picture of this woman. So adorable.

Sunday afternoon was spent at Moma.

The Tim Burton exhibition had yet to open when I was there, but I’ll see it in January when I’m back for my course at FIT.

This final shot isn’t the best, but I darted across the cab when I saw her. Look at that hat! Look at those pimping gold shoes! And the best part of it all is that she’s in the midst of grocery shopping; doing her errands like it’s no big deal.

Stefania Yarhi is a fantastic local photographer, blogger and friend that I met a few months back. As the big wine stain on my dress might imply, we have fun together. Be sure to visit her site Textstyles and read the piece she did on me, snapped during Fashion Week.

For the record, the stain never came out. I was really bummed, because I had the dress made in London, Ontario, at a local design shop called Weezie. RIP favourite Jackie O dress.

Word to the wise: don’t drink red if dancing’s involved. The wine always wins.