I have been really loving the online lifestyle/home decor mag, Lonny. The have a great interactive website and the design inspiration is filling the Domino magazine void. The style is impeccable and I get great design ideas for my apartment. Of course, I have to resort to more affordable interpretations but at least I’m on the chic track. I am so glad they got a write up in the Times last week just in case you missed the one last year! *My one eye roll goes to the new (well, new to me) moniker for home magazines…shelter mag… It’s a little cringe-worthy.
Anyway, Lonny is great and the site better be bookmarked or you’re seriously missing out.
Yesterday I was sitting on a lovely bench near my apartment building in Battery Park City reading an alarming NY Times article about a Shelter slated to open in Chelsea, when I became so embarrassed and enraged and disgusted that I had to rush back to my apartment and conduct independent research on some specifics of said article. I am embarrassed because I have a home when so many others don’t. I am enraged because people are protesting the rights of others to have a home, too. I am disgusted at the rigid class lines drawn in this “melting pot” in this New York, New York...because if you can make it here, you better have a lot of scratch.
A group of well-to-do moms in Chelsea (aptly dubbed, Chelsea Moms), among others, are protesting the shelter because of it’s large size (possibly upwards of 300 homeless, mental ill and substance abusers could be housed at the location.) Basically, they’re all for helping people through the rough times just as long as the impoverished don’t outnumber the affluent. I highlight the Chelsea Moms group because as mothers one would think, having made the decision to bring a child into this world, they would have compassion and love and a strong desire to nurture…help, perhaps. But NO! They want to sweep the filth under the rug or at least dilute the problem enough so that a few vagrants would go unnoticed in one of the most expensive neighborhoods in Manhattan.
What is more unsettling is the photograph that the Times (consciously, I hope) printed. Two little white girls dressed for ballet with silky blond hair smiling magically at the camera from behind the police barricade. The woman next to them, a Chelsea Mom I’m assuming, looks on with the glow and adoration reserved for people of privilege. Who are these Chelsea Moms? What are their issues? Do they have a website? Is there a place I can publicly shame them for their elitist attitudes? I want to know. After much googling, I came up empty…save for the feeling that this city really isn’t for everyone. It’s for the rich. Excessive rents should include an underbelly-free environment, I guess. Perhaps we should move anyone below upper-middle class to the outer-outer boroughs to maintain the shimmer of Oz. The funny part is, one of the acronyms for a nearby neighborhood is NoMad (North of Madison Park–don’t even get me started on that.) Isn’t a nomad a wanderer with no home. Well, no nomads in NoMad, THANKS!
What really compounds this sinking feeling I have is a quote from a homeless artist trying to get back on his feet. He claims to understand their complaints because they pay a lot for rent… He’s been beaten down enough that even he believes the high-rent payers deserve to avoid reality. Another quote is from some guy wondering how safe it will be to send his 12-year-old to school alone. Give me a fucking break guy. This is New York City–where did you think you were moving? These protesters should just be truthful about their gripes, they don’t want property value to do down because other rich fancy pants people won’t buy million dollar apartments next to a homeless mega-shelter. Don’t pretend it is about safety, don’t pretend it is about the legal size of a shelter, don’t pretend it is about anything else and certainly don’t pretend you give a shit about your fellow man in need–you callous bastards. The real issue should NOT be the size and location of a mega-shelter, the issue should be the need for a mega-shelter at all. We should be protesting the lack of jobs and affordable housing outside of Bloomberg’s Upper East Side mansion. We should be protesting poor substance abuse treatment facilities and a justice system that criminalizes addiction.
Go ahead and defend your vanilla acronym neighborhoods and turn this once great and diverse city into a playground for the rich…a Bloomberg paradise. They even have a petition going. They should all be ashamed of themselves.
I just read “The Making of Fashion’s Latest ‘It’ Girl” in today’s NY Times Style Section and I’m off to a happy start of my day. I try to pride myself on being against all things vain and vapid (especially involving pseudo-celebrities) but my girl-crush on Alexa Chung is an exception, right? She’s cheeky and cool with wit and true style… I am especially looking forward to her upcoming PBS show, Thrift America, where she scours thrift stores in places like Detroit, Nashville and Alabama for fabulous finds. Whatever, I’m entitled to a few shallow indulgences once in a while.
But it seems I’m not alone…there are entire blogs dedicated to Alexa Chung:
Daily Alexa Chung (www.alexachungblog.tumblr.com) has strangely intimate photos of her–which makes me think that one of her actual friends is the administrator of this blog and that makes it even creepier.
I Want to be Alexa Chung (www.iwanttobealexachung.tumblr.com) I think the blog name pretty much sums up the creep-factor on this blog. But according to this person’s last post, they’ve recognized the problem and put an end to it. “I created this Tumblr in order to do something useful with the disgusting (and, dare I say it, disturbing) amount of Alexa Chung photos I have collected over the years. I do not own any of these and I do not remember where I found them all. ps – when I’m not being a sad stalker, I’m usually over here at Lovely Disco.”
Alexa Chung World (www.alexachungworld.com) has on-the-street images but the creepy part (aside from the whole thing) are the captions and categories, “Cool Drink,” Alexa Holding a Glass of Drink,” “Alexa Having Wine,” “Having a Laugh,” “Alexa Laughing,” “Alexa in a Park,” “Alexa Chung in her overcoat.” What’s next, Little Bits of Alexa Chung in my Freezer? YIKES!!!
Not only do I feel much better about my minor infatuation but I’m back behind the pointed finger laughing at losers.