tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-217185422024-03-07T18:25:42.402-05:00surface<br><center><a href="http://www.lauriebot.blogspot.com"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/140/319628604_d9f64c7df1_b.jpg"width="770" height="140"></a></center><br>lauriebothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938533179214928477noreply@blogger.comBlogger215125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718542.post-69800603356361463322009-02-13T01:00:00.003-05:002009-02-17T21:34:33.296-05:00See ya later, sucka...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" >i've moved...<br /><br /><a href="http://lauriebot.com/">wanna grow up?</a><br /><br />love,<br />lauriebot</span><br /></div>lauriebothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938533179214928477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718542.post-13223978282591768952008-05-15T16:27:00.002-04:002008-05-15T17:43:08.066-04:00le calme avant l'orage...<div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;">it's <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">design week</span></span> in new york, so i've been superbusy! aside from providing exposure to the preeminent designers of today, the whole point of design week is... parties. many, many parties. parties out the <span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" >waz</span>,</span> if you will. and of course, i've come down with a killer allergy/cold combo. rad.<br /><br />i've pumped myself <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">full of drugs</span></span> and the hope that i'll be in able to work through this in 24 hours because tomorrow begins my <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">occupational obligation</span></span> to party.<br /><br />as part of our event, we'll be unveiling some fantastically <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">whimsical</span> pieces from studio job. three words to describe them: <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family: courier new;">huge, glittery, disney</span></span>.<br /><br />behold:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3117/2490293415_11a2ee997e_b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3117/2490293415_11a2ee997e_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2090/2490302953_0ba82616ea_b.jpg"> <img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2090/2490302953_0ba82616ea_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2197/2490296563_cb652b3835_b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2197/2490296563_cb652b3835_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>lauriebothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938533179214928477noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718542.post-33384226799770720532008-04-24T16:18:00.002-04:002008-04-24T16:26:11.308-04:007 Lights!<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> go see <em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Paul Chan's 7 Lights</span></em> exhibit at the <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">N</span><span style="color:#ff6600;">ew</span> <span style="color:#ffcc00;">M</span><span style="color:#009900;">u</span><span style="color:#009900;">s</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">e</span><span style="color:#000099;">u</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">m</span></strong></span> on Bowery before it closes... it's amay-may.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"><strong>Proof:</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2293/2400214025_70a3a51b7d_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2293/2400214025_70a3a51b7d_b.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3149/2400186689_7034289d2e_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3149/2400186689_7034289d2e_b.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2204/2400190067_78a6ca4486_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2204/2400190067_78a6ca4486_b.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2117/2400211585_61193082e8_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2117/2400211585_61193082e8_b.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>lauriebothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938533179214928477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718542.post-90474731166521868932008-04-22T14:28:00.000-04:002008-04-24T16:27:26.193-04:00papawesome!<a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2007/1677262165_eb0ec1fde5.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"><strong><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2007/1677262165_eb0ec1fde5.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"><strong>i just introduced my coworkers to the whimsically sticky world of </strong></span><a href="http://www.papabubble.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>papabubble </strong></span></a><strong><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">candies and now we have a little jar of delights in the office.</span><br /></span></strong><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"><strong>the</strong> <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#993399;">lavender</span> <strong>candies taste like flowers with chocolate inside.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"><strong>the</strong> <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">bergamot</span> <strong>candies taste like tea with chocolate inside.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"><strong>we have a little apothecary jar of</strong> <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#009900;">passionfruit</span> <strong>candies at home and guess what? they taste exactly like passionfruit.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"><strong>if you have the supreme good fortune of living in one of the following cities, please do your soul <span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><em>(and belly)</em></span> the favor of visiting one of their shops!</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"><strong>barcelona<br />amsterdam<br />tokyo<br />new york</strong></span></p>lauriebothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938533179214928477noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718542.post-82449508620269123432008-04-16T12:55:00.000-04:002008-04-22T17:58:22.343-04:00oh mr. sun...<a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1370/1121955451_995a0cf9db_b.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1370/1121955451_995a0cf9db_b.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">this winter has been so long... i just really miss the sunshine.<br /></span><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">long ago, in a time called last summer, spencer and i had the most glorious mini-vacay to the jersey shore that i hope to repeat this year when the weather finally decides to act appropriately. we stayed in a creepy b&b right on the beach and shared the establishment with a very large Hasidic family.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the town, Ocean Grove, is unbelievably clean and pure (imagine Hummelville from that episode of the Simpsons when Ned grows tired of the corruption of his hometown). and, much to our surprise/chagrin, it's a dry town (say what?!) so our weekend consisted of good, wholesome fun in the sun.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">children/teenagers played innocent games of tag on the beach while their parents watched an outdoor screening of Endless Summer and strangers happily bid us "good day" as we strolled down the immaculate boardwalk that remained blissfully free of all vendors and riffraff.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">despite the odd blend of blandness and creepiness (a giant church with a giant crucifix overlooked the beach and served as the town's centerpiece), i really miss the beach and can't wait for the sun to break on through...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1096/1122996024_73d1123eba_b.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1096/1122996024_73d1123eba_b.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1082/1122140495_ff3508fb0f_b.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1082/1122140495_ff3508fb0f_b.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></div><div align="center"><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1211/1123023962_ab16343836_b.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1211/1123023962_ab16343836_b.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1161/1121975409_ac0efe3179_b.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1161/1121975409_ac0efe3179_b.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></div>lauriebothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938533179214928477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718542.post-50124001945631434422008-04-15T15:10:00.000-04:002008-04-22T17:40:35.653-04:00new do, new you.<a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3277/2333118330_48ac7389c8_b.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3277/2333118330_48ac7389c8_b.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"> after months of talking the talk without putting the money where my mouth is, i finally booked an appointment to get the <strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;">asymetrical mess</span></em></strong> that i call my hair chopped and shaped back into something presentable.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;">i'd gotten an amazing cut last summer that i loved, but unfortunately, <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#339999;">laziness and procrastination</span> hindered me from keeping up with it. i had allowed myself to slip into the comfortable routine of wash-airdry-ponytail/headscarf.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>i was so ashamed.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;">thankfully, i got my act together and headed back to arrojo where morgan, my little stylist angel, came to my rescue. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;">i walked in on a rainy/humid friday night, sat in the chair, removed the <strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">arsenal of bobbypins</span></em></strong> keeping my coif from total meltdown and gave him the following instructions:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"><em><strong>"i desperately require symmetry to re-enter my daily life. i want it chic and sleek and i want serious bangs that begin from the tippy-top of my head."</strong></em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;">he delivered.<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;">my hair is totally <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">smooth and swingy</span></strong> (which is a small triumph for a woman of color who wishes her hair to be smooth and swingy) and i've actually had strangers stop me on the street, praising my new do!</span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;">so for two weeks, i was feeling fierce: the fabulous blow-out and flatiron job i'd received at arrojo was lasting surprisingly well. things were still smooth and swingy and glorious. had a minor overdose of styling product one day, but a quick application of <a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P147937&categoryId=B70">dry shampoo </a>totally sorted that out. but soon, i realized that i needed to actually wash my hair with real shampoo and water. to say i was nervous about achieving a <strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#009900;">polished</span></strong> look befitting of such a polished haircut would be an understatement.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;">i gave it a shot. and the results left a little something to be desired. so i decided to go on a quest to find the <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">perfect blowout</span> for my hair texture that wouldn't cost me a small fortune. my results are below:</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;">1. tried out a fancy </span><a href="http://www.communesalon.com/english/home.html"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;">salon/shop </span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;">in brooklyn called <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"><em>Commune</em></span></strong>. the space is adorable and they were generally pretty nice. but then, the girl who did my hair just couldn't understand why i'd want someone to just blowdry and flatiron my hair without getting a haircut. i didn't find this request to be all that unusual, but apparently it is at Commune. she did a great job <em><span style="color:#ffcc00;">(prolly the best blowout i've gotten in nyc)</span></em> using essential oils and leave-in conditioners in lieu of goop and serums, but she kept telling me my hair was damaged and that i should learn to blow dry it myself. i prefer my styling without a lecture, <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">thankyouverymuch</span></strong> so i decided to never go here again.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;">2. next i ventured into the heart of chinatown in search of the elusive $15 blow out. i found it at Top Ten Hair Salon on Pell St. but <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">ladies of color be forewarned:</span></strong> the guy who did my hair was totally offensive and <em><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">borderline racist</span></strong></em> (the first thing he said to me upon viewing my towel-dried hair was, "how am i going to blow dry this?"). he did an okay job (i ended up having to re-flat iron a few sections and use some of my own product when I got home), but the low price tag is not worth enduring his frowny face and snide comments for half an hour. now of course, i can't speak for all the hair salons in chinatown, but i'd definitely recommend <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">NOT</span></strong> going to this one if you are anything other than Asian or caucasian. oy!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;">3. the next place on my list is a salon run by <em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;">sassy Dominicans</span></strong></em>... i think they'll know how to treat a sistah of ambiguous ethnicity better than all the rest. fingers crossed!</span></p>lauriebothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938533179214928477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718542.post-18850411037307813272008-03-17T14:46:00.005-04:002008-04-22T14:38:20.359-04:00ambi-turners!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">thanks to emily, i got a chance to go to a show for a pair of up-and-coming young designers during NY fashion week. Jordi Scott. their aesthetic is decidedly west coast and they opened up the shabang with a mini burlesque performance courtesy of some mildly famous East Village burlesque sisters whose name is escaping me at the mo... </span><div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">anyway, fashion is a lot more fun to see than to read to about, so here's 9,000 words... metaphorically:</span></div><div><br /><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2278/2254773007_e54c612a6b_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2278/2254773007_e54c612a6b_b.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2183/2255526174_fa5cde4aa4_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2183/2255526174_fa5cde4aa4_b.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2092/2255532104_b4eeb8db2e_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2092/2255532104_b4eeb8db2e_b.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2366/2254765873_62d7b0416f_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2366/2254765873_62d7b0416f_b.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2354/2255577100_41392557b1_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2354/2255577100_41392557b1_b.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2206/2255542370_fd687bb7a1_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2206/2255542370_fd687bb7a1_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2019/2255567602_47985e238c_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2019/2255567602_47985e238c_b.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2009/2255550796_4c2ca843b9_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2009/2255550796_4c2ca843b9_b.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2379/2255579860_e90cdc6e14_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2379/2255579860_e90cdc6e14_b.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div></div></div>lauriebothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938533179214928477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718542.post-8225224650507613022008-02-22T11:30:00.002-05:002008-02-22T11:43:41.327-05:00selam superstar...<div align="center"> <a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/69/158972956_5ff112ab4c_o.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/69/158972956_5ff112ab4c_o.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/49/158972991_d686fa6a32_o.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/49/158972991_d686fa6a32_o.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/71/158972949_12dfc072f7_o.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/71/158972949_12dfc072f7_o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/209/445640153_3565769484_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/209/445640153_3565769484_b.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/75/157260801_ea0b3eb601_o.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/75/157260801_ea0b3eb601_o.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/196/445636332_e8692e07fa_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/196/445636332_e8692e07fa_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/62/157260778_2899dd33ec_o.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/62/157260778_2899dd33ec_o.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/73/157260757_43e4af894b_o.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/73/157260757_43e4af894b_o.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/56/157260816_012c6c98c1_o.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/56/157260816_012c6c98c1_o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div>lauriebothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938533179214928477noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718542.post-45381510605292676902008-01-07T23:59:00.000-05:002008-02-11T00:12:39.215-05:00peanut butter puppy time!<div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" >i totally got a puppy...</span><br /><br />the <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">deets</span></span>:<br />t'is a girl<br />her name's <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">nina</span></span><br />she's 11 weeks old<br />part chihuahua, part magic<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">consider me enamored...</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2082/2255644988_e583548ef3_b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2082/2255644988_e583548ef3_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2020/2255638348_d0ccc1e019_b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2020/2255638348_d0ccc1e019_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2054/2180688024_d1e42d372d_b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2054/2180688024_d1e42d372d_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2289/2196115032_c708d17c2c_b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2289/2196115032_c708d17c2c_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> </div>lauriebothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938533179214928477noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718542.post-62609483806549530032007-12-15T14:30:00.000-05:002008-02-10T14:50:49.640-05:00christmas time is heeeeerrreeee!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">kelly, spencer, and i braved the wintry wind and gentle snowfall to check out all the fabulous windows on <span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">5th avenue</span></span> and they did not disappoint! we got a couple of hot chocolates from a streetcart and began working our way down 5th. <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">bergdorf, saks, barneys, henri bendel</span></span>... they were all amazing! behold...</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2164/2255391120_0b0699b2ca_b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2164/2255391120_0b0699b2ca_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2032/2255425746_1dd610cffe_b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2032/2255425746_1dd610cffe_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2370/2255461036_5d598721a7_b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2370/2255461036_5d598721a7_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2056/2255407982_299ce52750_b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2056/2255407982_299ce52750_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></div>lauriebothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938533179214928477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718542.post-23905149575152536622007-10-14T16:01:00.000-04:002007-10-14T17:56:13.768-04:00cut and paste...<span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2419/1571133167_23c5aafb38_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2419/1571133167_23c5aafb38_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">i've had the most wonderful sunday so far...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">woke up late and <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family: courier new;">stuffed my face</span></span> with warm apple pie and vanilla bean ice cream while watching back to back episodes of sex and the city on demand.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">after that <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">girlfest</span>, i met up with my beloved sean for a semi-greasy, yet unbelievably delicious brunch at the <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" >newish cafe</span> up the street. one bacon, egg and cheese sandwich and a couple of hours later, i finally decided to tackle one of my many <span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" >DIY</span> projects that's been waiting in the wings. a couple months ago i bought a truly <span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" >heinous</span> kitchen table at ikea that i abhor. it's pine and blocky and square; i hate it. so i figured i'd do something about it and <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">decoupage</span> my heart out.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">so i headed over to my <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">friendly neighborhood junk shop</span></span> and sifted through about a million old magazines. <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">popular science, popular mechanics, vogue, vanity fair, sheet music, and comics as far as the eye can see.</span> briefly stopped to drool over an issue of Paper from 1995 with a pre-haggard thurston moore on the cover and a tiny article with my 8th grade mtv crush, squirt tv genius, <a href="http://jakefogelnest.com/index.html">jake fogelnest</a>. a fellow rummager pointed out a hilarious headline from 1973 about how <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;">strip clubs provide lonely housewives with a much-needed sense of emotional fulfillment</span></span>. finally narrowed my choices down to a handful and headed up to the sassy japanese guy enjoying a hoagie at the register. the total: $18.42. i had exactly <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">42 cents </span>in my pocket. i felt the need to note this aloud and the guy at the counter responded in heavily accented english, <span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">"it's times like these that i find life is beautiful."</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">i walked home, smiling to myself.</span><br /></span>lauriebothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938533179214928477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718542.post-46478557900465294152007-10-07T01:24:00.000-04:002007-10-07T01:46:22.423-04:00out of touch...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">i went out in the <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" >district</span> tonight and recognized <span style="font-weight: bold;">approximately 1%</span> of the people i saw. to say that i am <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" >displeased</span> by this observation would be <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">a vast understatement</span>.</span><br /><br /></div>lauriebothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938533179214928477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718542.post-46962158030013412752007-09-28T17:04:00.001-04:002007-09-28T17:28:50.705-04:00snaps(hot)s...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><a href="http://g-ec2.images-amazon.com/images/I/11xP8Dv8ouL._AA160_.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="171" alt="" src="http://g-ec2.images-amazon.com/images/I/11xP8Dv8ouL._AA160_.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">on <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>tuesday</strong></span>, i was idly moseying down broadway when i came face to face with a <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>native american</strong></span> man. he can best be described by the following overly flowery sentence... he had two long braids of shiny <span style="color:#ffcc00;"><em><strong>ebony</strong></em></span>, no shirt, <em><strong>no pants</strong></em>, purple ladies' bikini briefs, black reeboks, a pair of ray-bans and was carrying a whole foods bag. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">that's it.</span> he was the nakedest person i've seen thus far on the streets of new york and nobody seemed to care but me.</span> <div><a href="http://www.nndb.com/people/789/000022723/willemdafoe.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.nndb.com/people/789/000022723/willemdafoe.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"><strong>this morning</strong></span>, i was yet again idly moseying down broadway when a cute girl with <span style="color:#ffcc00;"><em><strong>rockabilly flair</strong></em></span> whizzed right by me, with a huge smile on her face. she had black hair tied into two tiny ponytails. i smiled to myself thinking, <em>my, what a cheery girl</em>. but then i noticed a fairly <strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;">glossy</span></strong> man with feathered hair and <em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">love in his eyes</span></strong></em>. he smiled a gigantic smile and it was at this point that i recognized who he was... <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000353/">willem dafoe</a>. then he took off skipping after the cute rockabilly girl. <span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>yes... willem dafoe is in love</strong></span>.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">as soon as i manage to set aside some time to update this ol' thing, i promise to <span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;">extrapolate</span> on the following:</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></div><ul><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">beach</span></strong> trip to jesus town</span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">my first <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>meat</strong></span>-packing</span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a long-lost <span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>londoner</strong></span> in the big apple (a tale of rooftop soirees, indulgent shopping excursions, <strong><em>japanese art porn</em></strong> and free booze as far as the eye can see)</span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the best <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">girldate</span> i've had in months</span></li></ul>lauriebothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938533179214928477noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718542.post-89135847092855838162007-09-05T12:46:00.000-04:002007-09-28T17:32:24.876-04:00love is fickle...<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><br /></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>i'm no longer in love and i've returned you to your maker.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>make way for something younger, hotter and less intrusive...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.zappos.com/images/734/7349976/4998-484090-d.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><img style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="290" alt="" src="http://www.zappos.com/images/734/7349976/4998-484090-d.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a></div>lauriebothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938533179214928477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718542.post-15576374091212619642007-08-28T07:49:00.000-04:002007-09-01T08:13:45.430-04:00i think i love you...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a few days ago i was faced with a most <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">important decision</span></span>; should i indulge in yet another pair of shoes? and if i do, should i <a href="http://content.nordstrom.com/ImageGallery/store/product/MediumLarge/8/_5302668.jpg">play it practical</a> and go with a more or less basic shoe that will work with 70% of my wardrobe or should i follow my <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" >heart</span></span>/<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" >sense of the absurd</span> and purchase the whimsical statement shoe?</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" >...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" >i think i'm in love.<br /></span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.wizwid.com/PImg/700247/bsc/700247993h.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 157px;" src="http://img.wizwid.com/PImg/700247/bsc/700247993h.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.wizwid.com/PImg/700247/bsc/700247993h.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://img.wizwid.com/PImg/700247/bsc/700247993h.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.wizwid.com/PImg/700247/bsc/700247993h.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 164px;" src="http://img.wizwid.com/PImg/700247/bsc/700247993h.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.wizwid.com/PImg/700247/bsc/700247993h.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 163px;" src="http://img.wizwid.com/PImg/700247/bsc/700247993h.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.wizwid.com/PImg/700247/bsc/700247993h.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 158px;" src="http://img.wizwid.com/PImg/700247/bsc/700247993h.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.wizwid.com/PImg/700247/bsc/700247993h.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 158px;" src="http://img.wizwid.com/PImg/700247/bsc/700247993h.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.wizwid.com/PImg/700247/bsc/700247993h.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 163px;" src="http://img.wizwid.com/PImg/700247/bsc/700247993h.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.wizwid.com/PImg/700247/bsc/700247993h.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 166px;" src="http://img.wizwid.com/PImg/700247/bsc/700247993h.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></div>lauriebothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938533179214928477noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718542.post-37302465889256075822007-08-15T13:26:00.000-04:002007-08-29T14:39:03.873-04:00well-dressed, well-coiffed, well-connected...<a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/199/510780754_6d73fe0cc5.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/199/510780754_6d73fe0cc5.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a few months after the <strong><em>renovation</em></strong> of our showroom was finally complete, we had our opening party/<a href="http://www.icff.com/">ICFF </a>party. in true Design Week fashion, it was dazzling and our new space was all abuzz with the <strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">social twitter</span></strong> of the well-dressed, the well-coiffed, and the well-connected.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the party was an <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;">utter success</span></strong>, due mostly to the following:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">slightly</span></strong> attractive male model/waiters who supplied the schmoozers with tasty hors d'oeuvres served on flashy grouted boards of glass mosaic tiles</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><strong><em>tasty hors d'oeuvres</em></strong></span><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">peace biscuit</span></strong>!!! new wave/throwback DJ extraordinaire with a tiny voice and a huge personality</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">my dress made a huge <span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"><strong><em>splash</em></strong></span> with the design-y sect. got lots o' compliments on my DVF - one fellow who was more than just a little reminiscent of that <strong><em>"i can't believe he's not a stud"</em></strong> <a href="http://wetmen.provocateuse.com/images/photos/fabio_01.jpg">fabio </a>stopped me as i made me way from the dancefloor and demanded, "WHO does your dress?!" i responded in my <strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"><em>flighty fashionista</em></span></strong> voice and he gasped a little, hand on chest, "ah! i <strong>LOVE</strong> <a href="http://www.dvf.com/">diane</a>."</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/198/510810223_02f11c7e25_b.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/198/510810223_02f11c7e25_b.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/199/510783484_9c9d6cf744_b.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/199/510783484_9c9d6cf744_b.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/198/510786550_ff2d36a266_b.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/198/510786550_ff2d36a266_b.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">between glasses of <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>prosecco</strong></span> and sweaty twirls on the dancefloor, i managed to take a few piccies of various <strong><em>work-related</em></strong> people and their dates. there were a slew of fancy italian ladies in fabulous italian fabrics, <span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"><strong>jewel tones</strong></span>, and fine tweeds in unnatural colors. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">spencer looked <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">amazing</span></strong> in his new vest. <a href="http://www.splashmaven.blogspot.com/">tiya </a>and aaron were both super festive/fab.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">my new girllove, karen showed up with her fanciful friend and they danced the night away in adorable smock dresses and <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>comically oversized spectacles</strong></span>.</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/198/510780778_21f779b776_b.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/198/510780778_21f779b776_b.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/226/510810219_4bf057b6e4_b.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/226/510810219_4bf057b6e4_b.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/207/510780774_11265a1d6f_b.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/207/510780774_11265a1d6f_b.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">at a respectable hour, the party began to wind down and we decided to go to dinner. <em><strong><span style="color:#339999;">reservations for 25</span></strong></em> at Butter. holla.</span></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">indulged in a bit more booze, delicious sea bass and asparagus with shallots. tasty, tasty.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>a more than satisfactory monday night...</strong></span>lauriebothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938533179214928477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718542.post-19885461961638020722007-08-12T11:36:00.000-04:002008-02-10T15:10:27.569-05:00lightstick's back... alright!<div><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1152/1121893300_dfc4cd96ca_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px;" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1152/1121893300_dfc4cd96ca_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>train to coney island. hot dogs. hippies/lightsticks/hipsters/2nd hand pot. dancing beefcake in tight red tank who totally looked like he belonged in a remake of saturday night fever. ran into college friends. amazing light show. robot helmets and seamless mash-ups.<br /><br />long f-train ride home. standing up from coney island to park slope. possibly had a small world encounter with one half of that hipster dj duo i loved from pianos.<br /><br />lessons learned:<br />daft punk shows are amazing<br />coney island is really far away<br />cowboy boots are not appropriate concert footwear.</div></div>lauriebothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938533179214928477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718542.post-44506562718609144112007-08-03T11:33:00.000-04:002008-02-10T15:11:22.442-05:00on 11!<div>about a month ago, <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lauriebot/sets/72157601445506270/">i turned 25</a>. i went out. and now, a <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" ><strong>sufficient</strong></span> amount of time has finally passed, thus <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" ><strong>enabling</strong></span> me to view the following pictures <em><strong>without vomming</strong></em>... </div><div><br /><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1320/940381141_f7bcfe0b01_b.jpg"><img style="width: 320px;" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1320/940381141_f7bcfe0b01_b.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1130/940621650_283a1c2a9b_b.jpg"><img style="width: 320px;" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1130/940621650_283a1c2a9b_b.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1270/940622062_15246c83fc_b.jpg"><img style="width: 320px;" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1270/940622062_15246c83fc_b.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1389/940005903_0ab3298705_b.jpg"><img style="width: 320px;" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1389/940005903_0ab3298705_b.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>lauriebothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938533179214928477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718542.post-26495413826511188652007-07-12T10:52:00.000-04:002007-07-12T16:06:38.579-04:00bestill my beating middle school heart...<a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/38/88753990_5dd83dd7c1_o.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/38/88753990_5dd83dd7c1_o.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">thanks to the goodwill of our <span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"><strong>italian bossman</strong></span>, we've taken on an italian intern for the next couple of weeks. we all had different ideas about what to expect of this <strong><em><span style="color:#009900;">european gopher</span></em></strong> - i had images of sweaty brows, overstuffed cheeks, over-tight pants and a marked propensity toward procrastination and sloth.</span> <div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">after much <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>deliberation</strong></span>, i soon forgot that he would be joining us in the showroom this summer and continued on my merry way.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">this morning, i <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>breezed</strong></span> into work just a few minutes late and upon entering the back office, came face to face with the modern incarnation of all my <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;">middle school crushes</span></strong> rolled into one attractive european package. he's 20 years old. he's tan. he has long, layered blonde hair like the california surfing boys of my <strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc00;">pre-pubescent</span></em></strong> dreams. </span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><em>the next two weeks are going to be awesome.</em></span></div></div>lauriebothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938533179214928477noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718542.post-7236144964996705652007-07-10T13:06:00.000-04:002007-07-10T13:08:22.414-04:00i'm in a band...<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">this is the dudeliest i've ever looked...</span></span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1030/733675344_4afe0cd49e_b.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1030/733675344_4afe0cd49e_b.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div>lauriebothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938533179214928477noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718542.post-12723434049139796702007-07-07T13:09:00.000-04:002007-07-07T21:29:30.966-04:00j'ai alle a montreal avec mon amour...<a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/483429032_aa83b98f4a_b.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px;" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/483429032_aa83b98f4a_b.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>airport</strong><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the opposite of a warm reception. lots o' customs. suitcase checker lady hit on me just a tad. absolutely no one in the airport. ghost town, canada. <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" ><strong>rude, rude, rude.</strong></span> mysterious bus that took us to somewhere - didn't know exactly where it would drop us off, we just lucked out that it was only 1 metro stop from where we were staying. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>first day</strong> </span><br /><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/212/483404471_f7234e15c3_b.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px;" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/212/483404471_f7234e15c3_b.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">stayed in mont royal... hip/hippie young part of town. lots o' boutiques and even more cafes. stopped off at </span><a href="http://www.annemasoeuranne.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">our hotel</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> to check in and drop our bags off... sweetest brown girl with heavily accented english showed us our room. delicious brunch and kir royales. <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" ><strong>skipped in the rain.</strong></span> nap and disaster television involving gruesome plane crashes and burn victims. decadent dinner of various sausages and giant beers at a belgian rest-o-raunt a mere hop/skip/jump from our hotel. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>second day</strong> </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">it was still raining. the hotel staff left a delicious breakfast for us outside our door, consisting of croissants, jams, orange juice, tea and fruit which we thoroughly enjoyed before venturing out into the gray, overcast city. headed downtown where we stumbled across a cirque de soleil tent. stopped off for a delicious <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" ><strong>lime tart</strong></span> and chocolate-drizzled almond croissant at sweets shop. window shopped in touristy old montreal. explored a labyrinthine underground maze of subway tunnels. took the train a few stops and disembarked in yet another young/hippie area. </span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/224/483386038_bdd88f562d_b.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/224/483386038_bdd88f562d_b.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/181/483386022_72ca528a4a_b.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/181/483386022_72ca528a4a_b.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">it was by this time that i'd determined that montreal is a great place if you're young, artistic, and <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" ><strong>financially unambitious</strong></span>. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">spent the afternoon wandering down narrow straights and in and out of vaguely french boutiques. stopped in at a fun-looking vintage shop on rue st-denis only to come face to face with my beloved </span><a href="http://www.myspace.com/duckduckbkny"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">duck duck</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>dave's <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" ><strong>french canadian doppleganger</strong></span>. the likeness was uncanny, save for canadian dave's thick accent and love of fanciful chapeaus. while he was ringing us up, he told us a charming anecdote about how, while his english grammar is fine, he struggles with vocabulary every once in a while. apparently, he and his pals are making art porn photographs of vajayjay, and while discussing the project with a potential investor, he wanted to make it clear that it would be more art than porn. unfortunately, he couldn't quite think of the proper verbage and ended up proclaiming that the project would only involve "tasty vagina". thankfully the investor understood that dear canadian dave meant to refer to the ladyparts as "tasteful" and they all had a good chuckle.</span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/483432683_7708cbcba5_b.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/483432683_7708cbcba5_b.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/483412970_3a4f0f73a5_b.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/483412970_3a4f0f73a5_b.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/186/483432661_8759b1b6a8_b.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/186/483432661_8759b1b6a8_b.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><div align="left"><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/195/483432651_a3b6288873_b.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 248px; height: 355px;" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/195/483432651_a3b6288873_b.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">we parted ways with doppleganger dave since sunday shopping hours were quickly drawing </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">to a close and i had yet to purchase anything spectacularly french canadian aside from a handful of </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">expertly executed culinary triumphs. and then suddenly, a beautiful, striped dress caught my eye from across the busy thoroughfare. i felt compelled to enter this boutique, <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" ><strong>lustre</strong></span> and to sample their wares. everything was moderately boutique priced (low to mid $100s) which i thought was fair considering the level of craftsmanship and the whimsical nature of their prints. i tried on a few pretty things, but they were made to fit ladies with more endowments, until i came across the loveliest striped jumper dress in the most muted tones of eggplant and wine. it's jersey. it cupcakes out to just below my knees. i stood admiring my reflection in front of the mirror, commenting that the only thing that could make this garment more perfect was if it had... POCKETS! as soon as i uttered the word, my hands instinctively found two pockets at my hips, hidden within the delicate folds of canadian jersey. alas, i had found my purchase and nothing was going to stop me from making it mine. <a href="http://www.myspace.com/lustreboutique">the lustre girls</a> locked the shop door behind me and spencer and i worked our way back onto the street into the increasingly clear late afternoon sun.<br /><br /><br />more street wandering. more vintage window-shopping. ended stopping for a couple of drinks at a low-key bar near the hotel. second-story, <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" ><strong>streetside</strong></span>, with a great view of the neighborhood. uber pleasant bartender. the bathroom had saloon doors. a couple hours later, we headed back to the room for a much needed nap.<br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/197/483386044_57bd676c5a_b.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/197/483386044_57bd676c5a_b.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/229/482564721_10957259c5_o.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/229/482564721_10957259c5_o.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/217/483432655_5db199fe6a_b.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/217/483432655_5db199fe6a_b.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">slept a long time, only waking up long enough to head down the street for a surprisingly greasy plate of pasta and some tea.<br /><br /><strong>last day</strong><br />woke early and braved a long line outside of a restaurant we'd noticed on our first day. it did not disappoint. most delicious brunch i'd had in a super long time and it was at this point that i determined that montreal was not only ideal for <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" ><strong>loafing artists</strong></span>, but also for foodies, as nothing i'd consumed in the span of 3 days did anything less than utterly delight my senses. </span><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/192/483460057_aa87080208_b.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="width: 320px;" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/192/483460057_aa87080208_b.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">headed back out to the airport, back through customs, back on the plane, and back to new york city. tired, well-fed, and totally in love with our gentle, bilingual, <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" ><strong>hippie neighbors to the north</strong></span>. </span><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/226/483460013_85cf44820d_b.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="width: 286px; height: 418px;" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/226/483460013_85cf44820d_b.jpg" border="0" height="445" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/200/483412914_80eb14973d_b.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="width: 282px; height: 417px;" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/200/483412914_80eb14973d_b.jpg" border="0" height="448" /></span></a></div>lauriebothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938533179214928477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718542.post-50992195930115374422007-07-05T16:36:00.000-04:002007-07-05T20:06:19.094-04:00tiya's birthday, y'all!<div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /><div><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1267/618002034_3fcbdbeccd_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px;" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1267/618002034_3fcbdbeccd_b.jpg" border="0" /></a>a few weeks ago, my <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">darling</span></span> roommate turned the big 2-4. what with our living in new york city, away from our loyal stable of wild-n-crazy dc friends, we assembled a small, but worthy group of ny-based pals and hit the town. behold the photographic spoils of a fabulous, <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:courier new;" >drunken excursion</span></span> in honor of the day of birth of my beloved Tiya-dactyl...</div><br /><div></div><div>after gathering at our apartment, the evening was initially intended to begin at capone's in brooklyn, where we planned on enjoying some fine free-with-beer pizza. unfortunately, <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:courier new;" >capone's</span></span> was mysteriously closed. so we walked back homeward and decided to stop at that lovely beer/wine bar whose name repeatedly escapes me.<br /><br /></div></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p align="center" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">alliepants told stories.</span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1198/617934028_76dc979c88_b.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">the boys posed.</span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1120/617934168_fa2e53ff42_b.jpg" border="0" /> </p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">after enjoying framboise and other fancy beers served in giant wine glasses, we all piled into a cab and headed to that subtle haven of below-houston <span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">hipsterosity</span></span>, the lower east side. delicious food was obviously a priority, considering we were denied access to capone's pizza palace, so we made a quick stop at <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">DASH</span> for sliders and dogs. </span><br /><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1358/617381879_75fd870cc3_b.jpg"><img style="width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1358/617381879_75fd870cc3_b.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1312/617976558_7e642b3355_b.jpg"><img style="width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1312/617976558_7e642b3355_b.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1191/617381623_47a2d0a887_b.jpg"><img style="width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1191/617381623_47a2d0a887_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left">when we were sufficiently stuffed full of hamburger-y goodness, we all giggled and twirled our way over to 200 orchard where our long lost dc pal, <a href="http://www.myspace.com/djpeopleschampion">coryface</a> was spinning. he was one of my favorite <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:courier new;" >nighttime friends</span></span> back home, not only is he fun-sized, but he's hilarious and is no wallflower when it comes to cuttin proverbial rugs. but when we arrived at our destination, we were punched in the face by the knowledge that cory would not be making a musical appearance until very late in the evening and we must endure the musical <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">stylings</span></span> of no fewer than 2 other djs and a band before he would spin! so we all got another drink and took up residence in a corner booth next to a silent, <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">creepy kid</span> who spent the rest of the evening sitting in that exact same spot, drinkless and smile-less, only adjusting his position when the glass djs got up to perform. <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">here's the rest of our night in piccie form</span>:</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1279/618001826_0e6a4a8af6_b.jpg"><img style="width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1279/618001826_0e6a4a8af6_b.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1071/617458613_b0a2527930_b.jpg"><img style="width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1071/617458613_b0a2527930_b.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1322/617458665_25c6269a5c_b.jpg"><img style="width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1322/617458665_25c6269a5c_b.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1246/617466719_3b22c8ab81_b.jpg"><img style="width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1246/617466719_3b22c8ab81_b.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1431/618001778_035fa0dcab_b.jpg"><img style="width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1431/618001778_035fa0dcab_b.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1332/617458529_3525bc244e_b.jpg"><img style="width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1332/617458529_3525bc244e_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1179/617976670_c8fbc8d576_b.jpg"><img style="width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1179/617976670_c8fbc8d576_b.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1399/617976638_14c6910138_b.jpg"><img style="width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1399/617976638_14c6910138_b.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1253/618002000_5a0e7eed45_b.jpg"><img style="width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1253/618002000_5a0e7eed45_b.jpg" border="0" /></a></p>lauriebothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938533179214928477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718542.post-35378667435738721652007-07-04T10:47:00.000-04:002007-07-08T11:14:58.982-04:00he totally went down...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><div><a href="http://www.impawards.com/2002/posters/igby_goes_down.jpg"></a><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1038/583157296_b1db724a34_b.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 263px; height: 389px;" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1038/583157296_b1db724a34_b.jpg" border="0" height="457" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">so i've been taking a <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" >photo class</span> at sva for the past few weeks and while i find aspects of the course occasionally irritating, i'm generally pleased by the overall outcome. i've begun thinking more <strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >technically</span></strong> about the science of photography <em><strong>(meaning i now have a slightly better understanding of aperture/shutter speed/ISO and how altering these settings can physically alter the appearance of a photograph)</strong></em>. i also have a better idea of what kind of <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" ><strong>gear</strong></span> is best suited to what i like to shoot, which was one of my main goals in taking this class. and now that i've figured out <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><strong><em>what i want</em></strong></span>, spencer has had the lovely/thoughtful notion to get me a fancy new lens for my <strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >25th</span></strong> birthday, which is looming on the <em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">not-so-distant</span></strong></em> horizon.</span> <div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">aside from my foray into higher education, there have been a handful of other <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" ><strong>awesome occurrences</strong></span> in the recent past, which i fully intend to commit to the digisphere this week. i swear, i'm gonna sit myself down, with a pot<a href="http://www.lovefilm.com/lovefilm/images/products/6/15576-large.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 248px; height: 348px;" alt="" src="http://www.lovefilm.com/lovefilm/images/products/6/15576-large.jpg" border="0" height="396" /></span></a> of something <strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">highly caffeinated</span></strong> and maybe some candy and get cracking on turning the 8 or so drafts i have saved into real-life digital nuggets of <strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" >autobiographical fluff</span></strong>. there have been birthday celebrations, musical happenings and celebrity sightings, the latest of which involved the following <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" ><em>forgotten</em></span> star...</span><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001085/">igby</a>, a.k.a. <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><strong>kieran culkin</strong></span>. i totes saw him walking down 3rd avenue, near gramercy park on monday looking like nothing i would have expected. he was <strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" >dumpy</span></strong> with a beer gut worthy of a 30-something <strong><em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">midwestern truck driver</span></em></strong>. his face was a little sweaty and his hair hung in limp, stringy strands against his forehead. he swung a clear plastic bag containing a <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" ><strong>blimpie's</strong></span> sandwich as he trudged his way into the late afternoon sun. his main saving grace was that he did have lovely, <strong><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">sparkly</span></strong> blue eyes the same shade as his slightly dishevelled, oversized tee. </span></div></div></div>lauriebothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938533179214928477noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718542.post-42431361629755942862007-06-22T17:02:00.000-04:002007-06-22T17:08:04.657-04:00adventures in afrocentrism...<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><em>i wasn't blessed with afro textured hair.</em></strong> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">but i was <span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">blessed</span> with curls, the ability to procure <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong><em>superior products,</em></strong></span> and an <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">imagination</span></strong>...</span></div><br /><div></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1123/583123974_7b4fac14d7_b.jpg" border="0" /> <div> </div>lauriebothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938533179214928477noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718542.post-47556303904049942032007-05-30T23:25:00.000-04:002007-05-31T00:09:41.734-04:00doom/mood!<a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/482298320_650792fbd9_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/482298320_650792fbd9_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">every so often, thankfully not too often, i get into one of these moods. when everything is <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" >amplified</span> and either really terrible or really awesome. currently, things are leaning toward the terrible. and i've had a lingering headache for the past 48 hours or so. despite blasting lo-fi fnk and <span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" >secret</span> mommy on a continuous loop, i just can't seem to shake it off this time. i'm hoping that by filling my free time with delightful distractions of the musical or cultural persuasion, i'll be able to <span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">diffuse</span></span> this spell and return to full lauriebot awesomeitude. tonight was a good start.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">after a mid-afternoon <span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">meltdown</span></span> and an emergency phone call to big mama, i pulled it together and spent the last hour and a half of work blatantly not doing any work. then it was off to barnes and noble for a book reading. thanks to my recent purchase of a grown-up choose your own <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" >adventure</span> book, i've reignited my my love affair with the written word, especially that which deals with the frivolous and flighty as long as the prose is engaging and at least occasionally <span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">exuberant</span></span>. this literary requirement is perfectly embodied by girls who like boys who like boys, a hodge podge of essays, anecdotes and love letters to that most sacred of relationships, that between the hetero woman and the gay fella. occasionally <span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">fluff</span></span>, occasionally profound. i hadn't been to a reading in a super long time, but i thoroughly enjoyed myself. i adored the oversized, puffy sleeves of a white linen designer dress attached to a woman who looked a little too similar to SJP circa her sex and the city days. loved the grit and apparent <span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">sluttiness</span></span> of a bearded park slope resident. and was utterly enraptured with an uber fancy boy and his tales of prepubescent musical theater appreciation.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">bought the book and stood in line to get it signed <span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">(yearbook style)</span></span> by a handful of the contributors, half expecting someone to scribble "stay sweet! k.i.t.!" somewhere in the title page's margin. the cashier looked like </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://photo.atmovies.com.tw/movie/photo/picx/L/picx_fLatm089409611.jpg">this guy</a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> and told me that i had a great smile.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">gorgeous <span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">balmy</span></span> evening. quick trip down to the east village for ben reynolds' show at cake shop. a little bit of a cool <span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">reception</span></span>. delicious iced mocha. i'd never been there before, only walked by and was more than a little intrigued by the mix of bar, record shop and cupcakes. paid my <span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">$6</span></span> and headed down a long narrow stairwell painted a muted green. for some strange reason, i thought of heath ledger walking into that lady club in 10 things i hate about you. i liked that movie... don't judge. took a seat at the bar, drinking my mocha and enjoying my book. was amused by all the cool kids with fashion hair drinking red wine in fancy <span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">glasses</span></span>. even more amused by the very fancy middle-aged people with leather satchels and ted baker beagle boots who sauntered in and ordered brooklyn lager. ben's band started playing, loudly, and apparently offended the <span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">delicate</span></span> eardums of one of the fancy adults, who made a charming face and covered her ears. her dapper escort chugged both their beers and they headed for the exit.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">stood up front, still enjoying my <span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">mocha</span></span> when someone tapped me on the shoulder. it was totally a friend of a friend, whose name i can never seem to remember, but she's a lovely girl nonetheless! small world to the max. giggled and gossiped for a short while before i got tired of <span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">schmoozing</span></span> and began my trek back to brooklyn...</span>lauriebothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14938533179214928477noreply@blogger.com1