A long weekend in Europe isn’t a frequent getaway for us across the pond over here in the US, yet I found myself on a flight to Warsaw, Poland from New York City with a vague itinerary, consisting mainly of a wish list-collage which I made browsing the internet on the eve of my departure.
I am a sucker for the promise of beauty. Soft, supple, glowing, youthful, age defying, correcting, perfecting; I have spent hours of my life trying to decide which assurance I will allow myself to believe. Each season poses a different hair and skin question. My ethnic mix has defied many a product-promise yet I continue
Is Swiss Chard the new spinach? No, of course not. It is, however, related to spinach and has similar nutritional qualities. If you’re looking for another green to incorporate into your diet, chard grows well in the summer through autumn months, and is readily available due to it’s hardy nature. Chard has been honored
Yoga is undeniably good for you and sweating is good for you so obviously combining the two must increase the goodness, right? I am trying to practice yoga for many reasons. All the usual but mainly because I am stressed the fuck out and I need to learn to relax. I eat healthy. I work
I enjoy trips to the nail salon. I like to be attacked with sharp tools, smoothed with acid, and softened with hot wax. I enjoy a vigorous rub down from a stranger, a woman of another culture with whom I share nothing, yet her gentle caress on my extremities offers the comfort of a motherly
The death of the fur debate; to wear, or not to wear, dead animals. Anna Wintour, once served a dead raccoon while dining at the Four Seasons, and twice the victim of being tofu pied in the face, had only one sentiment in response: “Wear more fur.” The public has heeded her command. Headlines of
The battle between those who wear fur for fashion, and those who fight for the rights of animals has been an ongoing public debate for over thirty years. Somewhere along the line it seems that people stopped caring and started wearing. Is this really the case? Are we as callous and unscrupulous as an activist
I am one of those lucky people who managed to escape from the dead of winter to a tropical paradise. Before you hate me, let me explain; I was forced. You know how sometimes when you’re drinking, you say something you really mean, but if you were in your right mind it would be in
I met her in the hallway of my building. As I turned the key in the lock of my apartment I heard a rustling, and I turned to see a honey-brown face, freckled and partially covered by glasses that were twice the circumference of her eyes. She blinked and her enormous eyeballs disappeared, then re-appeared.
I She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally decided to walk through the door. She paused in front of a full length mirror and twirled around. Her stomach churned reassuringly, convincingly. This was it. Everything was perfect. She glanced at the clock. Five more minutes. It was almost a
