manic mondayz

Anddd they're back (already).  Manic Mondays are the one day a week when I find an unsuspecting New Yorker who has surpassed my expectations--and succeeded in dressing as uniquely and fashionably as possible.  So, let's give it a go:

The white-washed black denim really stand out.

My favorite part has to be the aviator fur hat.

weekend excursion: one sweet world

Best. Food. Ever.  

I can distinctly remember three times in my life that I have consumed the "best food ever" (consequently they have all been Italian dishes).  Yet, this morning as I attended a Sunday Brunch with my mother, I felt that I could add just one more meal to my list: the After Party Belgian Waffle from Max Brenner.  Maybe it was because I was craving a sweet indulgence, or maybe because "Chocolate by the Bald Man" is ultimately the best, but I must say that this triple dose of fresh strawberries, whipped cream, strawberry honey, and melted white chocolate hit the spot.  

On the corner of 14th and Broadway.

It may be indulgence, but it is totally worth it.

Wise words to live by.

weekend expose: a hunger that tries to keep a man awake at night

We pass them every day.  On our way to class, on our way to work, on our way to go shopping, on our way to get food, on our way to the bank.  All of these excursions are quotidian events that we take for granted.  During these harsh winter months, there are thousands of homeless people that evade the New York City streets.  And while you might not agree with the way that they have fallen to these positions in our society, or what they choose to do with their money--no one deserves to face the cold winter night on an empty stomach.  So while you walk past them while wearing your Hunter Rainboots, break off a piece of your Luna bar and share the love.

Thirty degree weather and all he has to wear is a sweatshirt.

Read the sign.  And act.  Now.

so we made our own computer out of macaroni pieces

Although New Years Resolutions never seem to last, it is almost expected that come January 1st, we turn over a new leaf.  Well, since coming back to school I've re-organized, re-cleaned and re-arranged my room in preparation for the new semester.  Here are a few ideas I've compiled for some re-instated "new leafs":

 Mason Jars make for a neat way to store school supplies.

Flowers (even if they're fake) add a nice touch of spring into a dreary dorm.

they say things just cannot grow beneath the winter snow

My walk home from class today was very slippery, to say the least.  I was certainly not prepared for the snowflakes that obscured my vision, or the ice that glazed the sidewalks.  It was only three hours ago, I thought, when I was last outside.  But, this newly adopted Winter Wonderland surely seemed like a blessing compared to the erratic wind patterns that we've been experiencing over the last few days.

Big Yellow Taxi.

A bare winter tree--one of the only few in New York.

Union Square Subway.

manic mondays

There is too much distinct fashion going on in New York for one not to take notice.  Each Monday I will compile photographs of random New Yorkers whose ensembles struck me as most appealing.  Today, I've got one:

Boho chic--not sure how she kept warm though.

Favorite part of the outfit are the flower tights.

ice ice baby

Instead of letting this cold inhibit you, why not embrace it? I spent the day ice skating at Bryant Park--which was a lot more refreshing than one might think.  For less than 20 dollars (13 on ice skate rentals, 7 split between a few people for locker), I wholly concentrated on keeping my jeans free of ice with other devoted New Yorkers.  Compared to other ice skating arenas in the area, Bryant Park comes fully equipped with their own photographers and hot chocolate station.  Also, the backdrop of the New York Public Library served as a quiet reminder of what this coming week has in store.  

Pay a visit to the Mecca of Cold Weather Activities.

Clashing blue.

take a bite of my Bad Girl Meat

The smell of roasting nuts and gasoline mix in the air. Stop and go. Stop and go.  I had forgotten the feeling of walking down a New York City street, but today was my first taste back into the hustle and bustle I had become familiar with over the past few months.  It was like was peering through a kaleidoscope--every movement led to another burst of color. But boy, was it was cold.  

The winter takes New York.

Union Square Park.

Clearly she does not think it's cold.  Cute jacket/sweater though.