Baby, It's Cold Outside

It is officially winter. Now, I was never a huge cold weather fan to begin with, but I was hoping that it was simply because I didn't have the appropriate wardrobe. I am now on the verge of closing out year numero uno en Nueva York, which means my second season of snow and the frigid cold, and while I'm getting used to it and 35 degrees doesn't seem so bad, I can't say I'm sold.

A few weeks ago, as I was walking home from school in low 30-something temp, I decided that I could hate the cold the rest of that night, but the next day I would begin to embrace it. Because as long as I'm here, I gotta at least try to love it. What's the use in being miserable in some place that you have to be? That is just silly.

A Night for the Werewolves

Monday, and I had officially ended my second semester at Parsons. I was freakin' exhausted, but I think my body had become so accustomed to staying up until the wee hours of the morning, 1 or 2 o'clock rolled around and it seemed to be no big deal. Since I was still awake, I decided I'd go ahead and stay up for the lunar eclipse on the winter solstice thing, because 400 years is a long time; and even though I still had to intern the next day, I figured what's another hour or two of lost sleep.

So I threw on my coat and a pair of boots to brave the cold and see what deal was. I walked out onto the steps of my apartment, surprised to actually see stars. I guess living in the city you assume you can't see any, so you forget to look up. I stood on my steps, hoping this would happen faster. I looked up and down my street, to check if there was anyone else out to witness this celestial phenomenon. But nope. Just me. Anyways, the moon was only half covered at this point so I retreated back to the apartment and decided I'd check again in a few. One of my room mates asked if there were a lot of people outside watching. I told her there weren't and she called me a nerd (which is mostly true). I went back outside to see if there was any progress. Back to the waiting game. A woman was walking towards me, and I expected her to continue to rush on by. But then she stopped, looked up, and took a few thoughtful steps backwards to get a better view. That makes 2.

Sometimes ya gotta step out of the hustle and bustle of the city and slow down, just a little bit. Otherwise, you'll drive yourself insane.

Strike a Match. Start a Fire.

November 1st. Past midterms. And I'm beat. I need a breath of fresh air. I need to re-charge.

The good news: Thanksgiving is in three weeks. That means home, and familiar faces.
The bad news: There's A LOT of work to do within those three weeks.

So I guess I have to muster enough energy and motivation from elsewhere, since home won't be it. And it better come. Quick. Because I don't think "I just can't" is a valid excuse at Parsons.

Big picture big picture big picture.

Alright. Let's go, y'all. Time waits for no one.

Dance Like Nobody's Watching

The weekends have become my running days, and Sundays in the Park seem to be especially lively.

There always seems to be something random going on, and this afternoon was no exception. So I let my breathing slow and walked past the congo drums, then continued toward this group of people to see what the fuss was about. As I got closer, the drumming started to fade and the whatever the DJ was spinning was getting louder. (He was playing Janet Jackson, if you were curious.)

They closed off a little part of the road and turned it into a mini roller rink. And the longer I watched, the happier it made me. It was the greatest group of randoms I've seen in a while. There was this little Asian lady with her sunglasses on, who after a couple of rounds came rollin' by with this big black guy, twice her size and dreads past his shoulders, helping her get her groove back. There was this huge guy with striped genie pants on and no shirt payin' no mind to anyone else. (It might be what Mr. T would look like if he stole MC Hammer's pants.) There were two younger gals hanging out in the center, sans roller skates, just dancing without a care. And another women who didn't have skates, just gliding her way around with the other roller skaters. Each was in their own little world, and everyone was just having a good time.

But one thing they did have in common, and what I found particularly amusing was how much swag every single one of them seemed to have. So smooth. And nobody gave a what-what.

Heeeeeeeey. Do your thhaannng.

Signs Say Yes

This semester I've been interning with Charlotte Brody, a small company out of NYC. I love it. The people are great, and since it's so small I've been learning a lot. What's different about this company is that it's based almost entirely on trunk shows and sells directly to clients. And mind you, this isn't your typical client. Think Upper Eastside, totally GG, if ya get what I'm saying.

Starting this internship was a little scary, because I always pictured myself working with a smaller business like this one. So I thought to myself, "Man, I better love this." Because if I didn't, was I gonna have to go soul searching.. AGAIN??? Well, good news. If you missed it, it's at the second sentence of this post: I love it.

I started a joke.

So I watched Banksy's Exit Through the Gift Shop, and yanno what I said about this Mr. Brainwash guy I mentioned, well, I re-tract my statement. I've been doing research for this project that I'm doing, and while I still think his stuff pretty to look at, there is not much else past that. I don't know that he was really a videographer, or that I'd consider him a real street artist, or artist. Period. Anyways. My opinion is still forming.

Not sure. But I think a joke is being played on someone.

Chasing Carrots

So I spent the better part of last weekend doing homework and felt great going into this week. Mondays and Tuesdays are pretty chill, but when Wednesday hits.. BAM! Any illusions of having a weekend disappear. Such is the life of a design student.

Like a hamster on a wheel, you think you're moving, but honey, you ain't goin' nowhere.