Now that I really look at my workspace–it is pretty generous and I have a window. Granted my view is another building but in between there are trees and an old fashioned looking lamppost…oh and let’s not forget that annoying guy who smokes pot under my window every day. I’m thankful for the snowy cold weather forcing him to stay inside. What I’m not thankful for is the Victorian looking white desk. Not one of my mother’s better Homegoods finds. It serves the purpose for the time being but I’m holding out for my dad’s old wooden desk. I’m excited to sit and write at the same table he did 40 years ago. (I’ll post a picture when I get it)
What I love about the location of my work-space is that it’s tucked away in the corner so it feels like a separate room. A common small space misconception is that, because you don’t have a door, you have no privacy. There are little (excuse the pun) ways to create your own space in cramped quarters. I grew up in a two-bedroom apartment sharing a room with my younger brother so I have plenty of experience. My desk is in a corner next to the bed–which serves as a makeshift divider. I’m all about furniture doing double duty–you can sleep on it and also use it as a line of demarcation. I also hung a shelf and a cork board to give the corner a cozy feel and to perceive the space as separate from the rest of the bedroom.
Some of my favorite pieces of inspiration (including from the homemade, heart-shaped Valentine’s Day card from my boyfriend last year) decorate the space. I have the beginnings of my illustration projects (I’m thinking of doing a line of stationary with simple object illustrations like furniture, chairs, kitchen appliances, animals…stay tuned!), postcards from Pescara, Italy, where I did a summer semester abroad in 2006, some fashion and home magazine clippings and photographs. My favorite photo was taken in 1981 from my parents’ terrace in Tribeca–notice there are virtually NO buildings on the waterfront…in fact there really isn’t much of a waterfront community at all! I wish it was like that now. NO offense to the thirty-something-transplanted stroller-set…but I hate crowds.
*A cork-board tip, try to avoid using traditional thumb tacks because they leave holes in everything and destroy the cork. Instead, buy T-Pins and binder clips–then clip and hang like I do . They’re available in an assortment of sizes at staples, office max, dick blick, Amazon. I like them because you can move things around and have a cleaner more manageable looking board. (I also used them for my jewelry organization)
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My good friend and amNY Style Editor Perrie Samotin commented the other day on the private opening of the Kardashian sisters’ SoHo boutique DASH…and I too am wondering, “Really, New Yorkers? You’d risk getting arrested for the Kardashians?” I am beside myself with embarrassment that New Yorkers went into a frenzy for these girls…although, I am sure the majority of the crowd consisted of tourists and I think I faintly heard “GO HOME” in the background of the E! Online video clip (wishful thinking, maybe). I’m embarrassed every time I stroll past The Smyth in TriBeCa and see hoards of people outside hoping for a glimpse of the Kardashians. Where’s the street cred? Where’s the eye roll? What the F, New York?
I mean New Yorkers used to have an attitude. Usually we’re not very excitable when it comes to celebrities…we are when it comes to hailing a cab or taking the train or when someone jumps the line while we’re on it (ON line, not in line)–I once saw a fist fight at a Duane Reade between two middle-aged women over line skipping. Just the other day I yelled, “Who the fuck are you beeping at, DICK?” at some guy laying on the horn as he rolled his fancy car around the corner at Greenwich and Duane. That guy was Harvey Keitel. I don’t give a shit–I’m from New york! I once yelled at Bruce Springsteen because he was setting off the security alarm at a store I was managing in Rockefeller Center. WHY? Because I’m a New Yorker–try to impress me. Honestly, those two are really bad examples because they’re both respectable entertainers (and to my credit, The Boss did look a little haggard so I didn’t recognize him at first.) I DO like them, I would actually shake their hands…and WHY would I be able to shake their hand? BECAUSE I’M A NEW YORKER! We get to throw that fun fact around anytime we want. Have you ever traveled abroad and received a frown when people hear American then a wild smile when they hear New Yorker? You get it.
Now, I DON’T get how the cops get called to contain a crowd, unless it’s a Wal-Mart store on Black Friday. When I read about the Kardashian Kommotion I still scratch my head wondering if New York is losing all street-cred. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate a full-figured brunette brood–but I’d much rather the famous females had a bit more substance to them up top…no, not there–on the wayyy top…above the neck, y’know?
I digress… my beef today isn’t with the K-Sisters, what you see is what you get… My beef is with New York. After all we’ve been through are we really going to let celebrities interrupt our lives?
This is not LA. Pull it together New York!
I grew up in Manhattan but I’ve always had a rebellious love of Brooklyn. It was edgier, cooler and saying you were from Brooklyn definitely came with a lot more street-cred than any other borough. Sadly, I’ve watched Brooklyn grow into a less accessible (via public transportation on the weekends) sister of Lower Manhattan. The slow transformation of my old neighborhood (now called TriBeCa) from inviting to elite was terrifying enough…but Brooklyn? I know I’m a little late with this observation…maybe I was in denial. But I now know what marks the official END of Brooklyn… (and no, it’s not the Urban Outfitters–although that was frightening, too)
Barney’s Co-op on Atlantic Avenue. YIKES.
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