It’s Here!!!!

After a long, hard year and a half, At Sea’s full length album, A New Machine, releases on iTunes today. I am so proud of Jason for all his amazing work with this album, and it is truly, truly amazing. Each song is better than the last, and I can’t wait to be by his side on this next part of the journey.

If you’re a local New Yorker, the record release party is next Thursday, October 4th at Bowery Electric. You can buy tickets here, and if you have an advanced ticket, you get a copy of the album at the door! It’s bound to be a fun night.

Please check out a few of the songs on iTunes and let me know what you think!


My New Favorite Workout

When I first tried aerial silks a few years ago, I found it fun and challenging, but I was a runner and weight lifter through and through, and that was my preferred method of working out. Flash forward nearly four years, and my motivation to get to the gym has diminished and I find myself constantly looking for new and fun ways to work up a sweat.

So, this led me back to aerial silks. I took my first class last week, and needless to say, I’ve been signing myself up for two classes a week since. Currently, I’m taking classes with the amazing Cody Schreger, and I feel like I’m learning so much in every class that it’s hard to keep my head on straight. I love how climbing a silk makes me feel so strong, and learning a new trick lends itself to a type of accomplishment I usually only feel after a long run. I love that being high above the floor, tied up by my feet, spinning around and trusting the silk absolutely terrifies me, and challenges my fear of heights. But mostly I love how sore I am for days afterward. My forearms are screaming in pain, my ribcage needs constant stretching, and my feet need more attention than ever.

If you’re interested in silks and in the New York area, I suggest you check out the No Holds Barred Variety Show this Monday, September 24, at Dixon Place. Cody is hosting, and it will showcase a variety of amazing talents, and will be inspiring to all us wannabe aerialists.

Always Remember…

We all remember exactly where we were when we heard the news that would shape the future of our lives. I remember my mom coming in to tell me what had happened, and truthfully, I had no comprehension of what it really meant.

I remember getting to school for class and every single teacher I have saying I couldn’t watch the news when I asked because “you were seeing it in every other class,” and I remember sneaking out of 5th period English to go to the library so I could watch the news and fully understand what was going on.

I remember going to New York the next year for a Fashion Merchandising field trip and visiting the site. I remember it was raining, and I remember how cold and scary it all felt. I remember thinking I’d never live in New York after that trip.

I remember working in the Financial District last year during the 10th anniversary, and the cops searching every vehicle and how truly terrified I actually was to go to work.

I remember listening to the stories of my boyfriends experiences living in the East Village at that time, and the stories of my coworkers who had lived through it the first time, and then worked on the 9/11 movie, and how devastating it was to even pretend to relive that experience.

Every year on this day, I get very quiet, very pensive, and very thankful. Suddenly, everything else seems so trivial, and I remember how thankful I am that we have people who care enough about this great city to fight for it, to fight for our freedom, and to remember those who were not so lucky on that fateful day. I’ll always remember them, and I am so truly thankful to be where I am today and know I would not be here if it weren’t for the truly brave people that were here during that time.

Bad Day

Yesterday was a pretty rough day. Without going into too much detail, I found out that I may not have a job come October 1st, and while I know that this is a risk of working for a start-up in New York, it certainly doesn’t make it any easier.

On the bright side, I’m trying to find ways to be positive. I’m thinking about finishing the script (or two) that I have in the works, I get to devote more time to the Men Who Trust Women documentaries, and maybe I’ll actually get to pursue acting a bit more head on. All great opportunities that I’m excited about.

But let’s be honest, that doesn’t make it any easier. I’m still sad, and confused, and stressed, and scared. I am oh, so scared. Luckily I have an amazing support system of friends, and Jason was awesome with handling the news. One of my favorite annoying things to do with Jason is sing Daniel Powter’s “Bad Day” to him when he comes home in a mood, as he absolutely hates it (I’m the best girlfriend ever guys, seriously).

So it’s only fair that I do this to celebrate my own bad day.

If You Can’t Say Anything Nice….

There’s been something on my mind lately.

A few years ago, I was blogging under the name The Fake Hipster. I considered myself a “Fake Hipster” because although I had similar interests and style as a Silverlake or Williamsburg resident, I didn’t have a trust fund or my parents helping me out. No, instead I worked several jobs, took unpaid internships to build my resume when I could, and shopped vintage (mostly in Montana!) because it’s what I could afford. At the time, I was 22, new to New York, and I couldn’t afford to live in the city, and a friend recommended I live in Williamsburg because it was safe and still affordable. I constantly felt a bit self conscious walking down the streets there, like I wasn’t cool enough, or didn’t quite fit in, but I didn’t care. I was here to follow my dreams, work hard, learn about myself, and enjoy the cultural benefits of a big city.

A couple years into blogging, my blog was picked up on the site DieHipster, and I was subject to several nasty comments and thousands of hits within the next 24 hours. Looking back on it, I was devastated. I wasn’t devastated because people were making nasty comments, but because they were making nasty comments without knowing me or my situation. I eventually gave that blog up because I was tired of being made to feel bad because I used a name people didn’t like and I only discussed the good parts of my life instead of dwelling on the depression, living paycheck to paycheck, mouse infested apartment, getting told I wasn’t good enough because I was “just a bartender” by a guy I really liked parts.

I bring this up because last week, Gala Darling, announced her new role as Editor over at XOJane. Within 24 hours there were hundreds of nasty comments in her direction. Now, while I understand a lot of what people are saying, it upset me to see people being so vicious.

I’m all for freedom of speech, but aren’t we forgetting about the Golden Rule here? Treat other’s how you want to be treated? When did it become not only acceptable, but perfectly natural to take to Internet forums and tear someone down? Or to use Pinterest to say nasty things about perfect strangers? I understand that by putting myself out there, I’m asking for a certain amount of possible negativity back, but I guess I just have a hard time understanding it. I would never look at someone’s blog post, and think to myself “this person totally sucks and I’m going to tell them so.” Generally, if I don’t like what someone is doing on a blog, I close the page and move on to the next thing.

I guess I’m just trying to find the positivity and light in my life and that can be hard when you’re inundated with negativity from all angles. Between working 50 hours a week, commuting on packed subway trains, writing exorbitant rent checks, and trying not to get sick because I don’t have health care, being nasty to someone because they disagree or like something I don’t just seems so…sad.

But, maybe that’s just me. Maybe my personal experience paints a different picture than most people’s or maybe I’m just a bit too thin skinned to deal with it. Either way, I understand that not letting the negativity get to you is a process, and one that I need to take one day at a time.

Who Could I Be: The Rockstar

Debbie Harry & Karen O (Photo Credit: Kevin Mazur/WireImage)

I, like every other girl out there, dreams of being on stage at one time or another. Of taking the mic in my hands, and completely controlling the crowd while sweat drips down my face, I run around like a crazy person, and I adorn leather, vintage tees, and probably no pants.* But between my lack of a musical ear, and the fact that my voice resembles a dying cat, my life as a rockstar is just a no go.

1. Topshop Cross Cluster Earrings / 2. Noir Cosmetics Kohl Eyeliner / 3. Topshop Black Leather Biker Jacket / 4. Monserat de Lucca Skull Necklace / 5. Paul & Joe Tita Playsuit / 6. Commando Fishnets / 7. Jeffrey Campbell Brit Boots

Wardrobe: Leather jackets, fishnets, vintage tees, boots, completely inappropriate lingerie as clothing, and heavy eyeliner.
Habitat: New York, London, Los Angeles, Seattle
Travel: Across the US in a van that is ready to break down at any minute
Background: Art school for a few semesters before dropping out to pursue music full time.
Role Models: Pat Benatar, Debbie Harry, Courtney Love**
Hobbies: Sex, drugs, and rock & roll
Cons: Tetnus from squatting in a condemned building, your drug addict boyfriend (or girlfriend)

Wouldn’t it be great to be one of those total “I don’t give a f*ck” rockstar type girls? Part of me just thinks it would be fun, to live in this fantasy world where you eschew all responsibility, party until dawn, and not know where your next paycheck comes from.

On the other hand, I like clean showers, I like healthy foods, and I’m too big of a control freak to touch drugs, but hey, there’s still something so bad ass about it all that it makes me a teensy bit envious. What about you? Who’s your favorite rockstar glam model?

*Because seriously, rock stars just don’t like to wear pants.
**I don’t care what you say, I love this woman’s crazy ways.

Who Could I Be: The Classicist

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In the past few years, The Classicist has taken root. What used to be reserved for women with WASP backgrounds or former all-women’s universities has become increasingly popular thanks to women like Zooey Deschanel. She makes it okay for girls to be well-educated, smart, and cultured. She is the true Matchbook girl.

  • Wardrobe: Printed dresses, ballet flats, cashmere cardigans, Kate Spade
  • Habitat: San Francisco, New York, Connecticut
  • Travel: The Cape, Martha’s Vineyard, Paris
  • Background: Smith, Wesleyan, Sarah Lawrence
  • Role Models: Zooey Deschanel, Maggie Gyllenhaal, Michelle Williams
  • Hobbies: Reading, sailing, museums, cultural events, badminton
  • Cons:  This is pretty tough if you don’t have family money to support the lifestyle

I feel like The Classicist is exactly who I would want to be, but living in New York, that’s fairly tough. Not only can I not afford the lifestyle, but I don’t seem to have the natural style that allows me to look oh-so-darling in fitted dresses and flats.

But the wonderful thing about The Classicist is that so many of the interests and hobbies are easy. Classic novels are readily available, and being in New York, it’s easy to go see as many cultural exhibits as my finances will allow. Who’s your favorite classicist? What do you admire most about these  women?

Coming up…The Rockstar