Airplanes in the night sky.

Its sunrise on the day of my departure. Sick at the thought of everything I've left undone. This seems barely possible. Blue Flowers Deli (affectionately "Blue") has saved me on many a morning, but I don't even have 5 minutes for greasy goodness.



The next time I write, I'll be at home, in Carolina... God, I'm not asking for a miracle, just a small favor.

The clock never seemed so alive.

There have been frantic (pathetic) attempts to catch up with the people I love; desperately trying to hug the city goodbye. More on this later. Last full day here! And last full day with health insurance. Stuffing my life into boxes.



Patrick Kelly, Iman, Grace Jones & Naomi Campbell, New York, 1989
Naomi Campbell, Christy Turlington & Linda Evangelista, Paris 1990
Tina Turner with Azzedine Alaia, New York, 1986,

Binge and purge.

Cleaning, laundry, purging, sorting, organizing... as the dawn is breaking. I even canceled a date with a disco ball and my dancin shoes... because its crunch time! I'm deciding which magazines to toss. December '05 US Elle is in the toss pile, but ripping out this Carlyne Cerf editorial; it reminds me to force KJ into brave fashion decisions...

And from January '10 Bazaar, this Arlenis story... because maybe I want a bike.

Get down girl, go 'head get down.

Movie in the background... insanely fitting.

the best laid plans of mice and men

Packing... well, not so much. Stopping, starting, snacking, starting again.



Paperback project spotted at 'an ambitious project collapsing.'

taking the liberty

Anticipating the 4th of July... there better be fireworks. Without a doubt, I'll say something like, "our first fireworks!" But fine, one day at a time...

pie me

West Village... I might as well call it the Great Unknown, because I'll never be able to navigate that neighborhood. 6th Avenue is such a puzzle. Anyway, walking back and forth, trying to find a bar, I pass Patisserie Claude! A year ago, I was obsessed with quiche. I went to every "authentic" French place in the city, to find the perfect recipe. With the move, I'm adding "quiche mastery" to the to-do list. Hell yeah.

Martha Stewart's looks like a beast I can muscle... and KJ has 2 ovens, giving me the freedom to fail twice at the same time.

table for one

Eating "dinner", alone, at my desk, can hurry up and become a distant memory! At 8pm when cravings lead to a bowl of chili... I can only hope God is off having a dance party.

Promise to self: this cannot happen in Raleigh. But a quick flickr search reveals that there are other victims out there...

down the block to get around the world

The magazine store! Not just those pathetic magazines at Rite Aid, but the large format, 5 color, pretty-much-a-damn-book magazines! Lauren, after some begging, will tag along and listen as I weigh the pros and cons of buying a $24 magazine written in French. Now that I'll have a mailbox (at the bottom of the driveway no less!) I'll get my monthly favorites delivered. Minor adjustment.

fertilize my seed

After the Ked's shoot, we had a ton of plants... so I adopted one. The lush, thriving plant on the left belongs to my roommate. The pot on the right, full of dry soil, is where my adopted plant once lived. I'm going to blame the pot... and the sun. Really, I did everything right with that guy. The point here: Carolina could give me the green thumb! Maybe I'll plant a tree? This is an opportune time to write something about "planting roots"... ha, I'll pass.

break through the clutter... without breaking a nail

The idea of packing reminds me of Everything I Have by Simon Evans.



Shoot me.

what would jonathan adler do

Apartment living is so me.

• making due with limited space, cramming, narrowing it down to the essential luxuries
• a tiny closet that only contains the must-haves
• strategically planned loads of laundry, because laundry is a 1000 calorie workout
  
• and near daily trips to the market because there's really nowhere to store a gallon of vegetable oil or the 30 pack of toilet paper.

Now, moving into a 10+ room house with a walk-in closet and a yard... what in the fresh hell! The first order of business is an inspiration wall...

doggy style

KJ has a giant monster dog, named Durt (pronounced Dirt). He weighs 120 lbs and for every 5 minutes of energy he exerts, he'll need to rest for 30 minutes. It gets better... he eats raw ground beef and stilettos.

I had envisioned life with a tiny companion... but for our Durt, that means... bite size.

pikes place via 5th

Starbucks somehow feels like a secret getaway, even when we're in line, behind 20 people. Tracey and I escaped for a minute or 10.

Maybe I take for granted the Cartier windows, boys in skirts, the perfect silhouettes and underground lovely.

art tart, from the start

When I first ventured into the city, I interned at a little gallery in Soho, among some uber talented, underpaid gals. A semester later, with open eyes, I left with some lessons:

• walk fast - slow walkers are going nowhere, slowly
• dont work for free, cite the emancipation proclamation when necessary
• if you want it, someone else does too
• favors win friends

I'll miss the fanatics and the freaks...

HERB & DOROTHY Trailer from Herb & Dorothy on Vimeo.

darling

Was checking out Audrey's blog and saw this little fantastic happening. By Ruggles Stitch. Sweet... and appropriate.

Hint hint KJ:

wine-ding down

A wine and cheese date at the highline, with the usual suspects. It's rare that I got to appreciate this gem... as in, this is the 2nd time I've ever been there. Hard to miss what I barely had...

leaving Ms Love to gain love.

“The truth is, I’m tired. Now I just want to watch TV and cuddle and have lazy sex like everyone else… in a bed.” – Rick Fox on settling down.

The days turn to nights, and suddenly its dawn and another day closer to the great departure. I’m trying to think of things I’ll miss, but its tough, because I can’t wait to go! Maybe it’s just the daily routine that'll be hard to part with:

• catching cabs – and never getting completely ready at home, because I have the ride to finish my make-up
• knowing I can pop into Big Drop and walk out with an item that’s “my new favorite…”

• spotting celebrities on the street, recently: a bare-faced Courtney Love and perfectly poised Alexis Bledel
• Starbucks 3x daily