Dark and Stormy

Perhaps it was all the blustery walks on the Oregon coast growing up, because I love my beaches dark and stormy. Sunbathing is too static for me, I feel like a roasting chicken rotating on a spit. Sure I love reading US Magazine while simultaneously drinking a Diet Coke and eating Cape Cod potato chips (epic combination), but the damn sand gets everywhere.

So I opt for the Veni, Vidi, Vici approach, I come, I surf, I conquer. That was how it went on Friday at my new favorite place in New York City, Far Rockaway. And thanks to my friend Billie and a truly excellent boardwalk, my feelings about stormy beaches have remained unchanged.

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Who wore it better?

You buy a dress, it looks great, you wear it to a party. But wait, another bitch is wearing the same mo-tha- fuck-ing thing. That ain't right. But apparently, it happens to boys too. Hence the nearly coordinated arrival of Nick and Dave in the same spectacular J Crew shirt. Obvs, these guys got style.

But who wore it better? I guess Dave wins purely because he had the cutest little puppy in tow. But Nick's Met's hat put up a good fight.

Now you Can have your Cake and Wear it Too

It is a rare and wonderful thing when an image is innovative, smart, beautiful, and funny all at once. That's why T Magazine's ode to digestion, Salad Days, is such a triumphant piece. As they did in their previous collaboration, Diamond in the Roughage, Richard Burbridge and Robbie Spencer disguise svelte models behind mounds of colorful excess.

Of course, they were not the first to see anthropomorphic shapes in food. Back, way back, in the 16th century Giuseppe Arcimboldo started turning bowls of fruit into people's heads. This guy must have had a sense of humor because while everyone else was painting the Pieta  or the Resurrection, he was painting a man made of fish; specifically one with a sea lion above his right ear. 

So here's a toast to food; to eating, playing, and wearing it.

All photographs by Richard Burbridge and Robbie Spencer

All paintings by Arcimboldo (Check out these photos and see his paintings come to life)

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Deuce: A day at the US Open

I love everything about the US Open- the tennis whites, the 7 train ride, R-Fed- but there is nothing I like more than watching a player have a tantrum on the court.  I have played tennis all of my life and nearly everytime I play, I have a nervous breakdown. It's my serve; it's my toss; but usually it's my backhand. Seeing the pros break down and scream, curse at themselves, throw their racquets, hit their shoes, bite on some balls, gives me solace. After all, misery loves company. Especially at the US Open.

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Dog Days of Summer

Like most of New York, I fled the dog days of summer (and an earthquake and hurricane), and fled the city. I headed for that little place between mountain and sea called Portland, OR. One gorgeous afternoon, we headed to my cousin's houseboat on the Willamette River. Life can't get more pleasant than that. 

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4th of July n' shit

In honor of my recent move to Williamsburg and my landlord's absence, my brother and I decided we had to take full advantage and have a rooftop BBQ. Who needs the Hamptons when you've got a tar slicked rooftop and a New York sunset like this?

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Governors Ball

Governors Ball was one of those days that could gone really wrong- but it had two killer ingredients- great friends and great music.

When I heard the words 'dance party' and 'Governors Island' in the same sentence, my reaction was hells yes. Unfortunately, the concert took place in a field more appropriate for bovines. The space had no character- no trees or shade, overpriced greasy food,  half assed "art" installations (giant cardboard headphones are not sculpture).

But then the music started. People Under the Stairs really kicked off the party. Then Big Boi stepped up to the plate with some old-school Outkast. The back up dancers of Empire of the Sun stole the show with their moves. Girl Talk was fun but dragged on way too long, his mixes don't justify a 2 hour set. Then after all the energy of the day, Pretty Lights wasn't bringing it. But I was ready for bed.

Ferry. Train. Home.

First Day of Summer

According to weather.com, the mercury in New York today reached a wopping 88 degrees with very sunny skies. While the actual weather rarely agrees with their predictions, they were right in this respect, it was hot. When it gets hot, I tend to shift my style into hippie/ vaguely ethnic mode. Hence the gauzy mexican top and sheer indian skirt. Love it.