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Heels to Die For

Oh, yes honey – the high heel, the stiletto, the pump! The shit dreams are made of. We’re subconsciously trained since the days of Cinderella stories that they unlock doors to fairytales and fate, even love. It isn’t a surprise that a new pair of glamour could instantaneously brighten an ensemble, a mood or even a day. They are petite works (or in my size 9.5 case, canoelike works) of art that we slip into, but as we gently ease our soles into new heights, we also enhance our self confidence – transforming into a newer, stronger, better, sexier versions of ourselves. They elongate your legs, coerce you to work that booty during your sidewalk strut and, even sitting, command your attention. The pinching, ball-of-foot pain, truck driver walk on cobblestone streets and blisters are minor prices to pay for such beauty. In fact, there are some shoes that are SO special, you would bow down and thank the shoe gods for bestowing such a unique gift upon our outfits and eyesight. If shoes were a religion, there would have to be a church. Enter, Brooklyn Museum.


Nestled on the first floor is the Killer Heels: The Art of the High-Heeled Shoe exhibition, showcasing the history and evolution of these mini-stilts over hundreds of years. The exhibition is divided into six sections, inviting you to explore through rooms and corridors. I was entranced not only by the sculptural shoes, but by the stunning videos that are dedicated, and somewhat psychedelic, odes to fancy footwork.

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I unintentionally overheard two elderly women going through the exhibit loudly commenting on what they saw, “Who on Earth would wear those?”  pointing to a pair of Lady Gaga-esque Iris van Herpens and “These will break your neck!” at a pair of towering Louboutins. I wanted to raise my hand and vow that I would wear them everywhere, even to the supermarket! And, if I were to break my neck, what an extraordinary way to go!

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Without showing too much to leave some for you to discover on your own, take my fashionista word for it, this show is certainly worth seeing. It was the greatest way to spend a lazy Sunday with friends. Make sure to check out the section of the museum with REAL mummies and walk on over to Ogliastro afterwards, which is a nearby rustic bar that makes heavenly pizza.


(I’m rocking a Rachel by Rachel Roy Dress, Steve Madden lace slip-on sneaks, Vintage sweater, Marc Jacobs Pan-Am bag, Gap men’s hat)

Ironically, I kept it real and wore flats for my day at Killer Heels. Let’s face it, they’re essential like dreaded Ugg boots to the modern girl’s city survival of countless steps in subway stations and throughout wobbly city streets. My heels were tucked away in my bag, as if they were hibernating for the perfect moment to make their illustrious debut. Likewise, inside a shiny display case, the infamous glass slippers stood waiting, even posing. But, where was Prince Charming, you ask? Where was that spiffy coach? Alas, those trivial details were missing in this rendition of story, but the shoes…they were oh-so-real. So, she and her stilettos lived happily and sexily ever after.


Brooklyn Museum is located at 200 Eastern Parkway, Brooklyn and the exhibition is until February 15, 2015.

Posted by Olga Turka at 2014/10/28 7:47 AM No Comments
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Diva Behavior, T&A, Bison and THE Skirt

This past Sunday, my day started with my usual drive into the New York City. When I’m in my vehicle alone for a long period of time, I love to partake in intense sessions of what I like to call car karaoke. It’s basically me singing along to whatever is on the radio, at the very top of my lungs, usually with powerful, wavering diva hand motions à la Mariah Carey and Christina Aguliera. The display is, quite frankly, disgusting. BUT, for those moments of gusto within my mobile sound studio/vortex, I feel like the ultimate rockstar. Most times, I forget I am not invisible and/or mute, and am unintentionally amusing the shit out of my fellow road warriors. I think it’s my public service (disservice) to the people of New Jersey and New York.

Anyhow, once my car concert was over, and the obligatory encore, I made it to the big city. Since it was the last day, I made sure to pay a visit to Team Gallery for Ryan McGinley’s much talked about “Yearbook”. Believe it or not, though every square inch of the gallery was plastered with photographs of many naked strangers, it was rather inviting. The warmth of familiar pop art colors and the happiness strewn across their beautiful faces lent to the welcoming ambiance. You could stare for hours and still not see everyone’s junk. I momentarily became a sort of voyeur, and not in regard to the nude individuals on the ceilings, alcoves, hallways and stairwells – but towards the reactions of the visitors. Some were shocked, others confused and some were, without humiliation, comedic. Postcards of select models were available for sale as well, and the selection process of potential buyers also provided unintentional entertainment.


I’m rocking an all leather vintage dress from my aunt and vintage waistpack, old Forever 21 shoes with H&M leg warmers underneath. Feeling a little overdressed in this room 🙂

Afterwards, I moseyed on over to Brooklyn to toast the girl of the day, Miss Julie Mollo, on her new collection “Hopeless Romantic,” at her launch at Slapback Brooklyn. The hostess with the most cutie pie outfit was throwing the ultimate girly bash to celebrate in true Julie style, complete with champagne, a temporary tattoo bar, chocolates, music and shopping!


If you don’t know Julie, get to know her! Meeting her only once prior, she’s a naturally sweet and talented gal who I’m convinced is my soul sister. Her aesthetic is so retro and vintage inspired, and yet, so innovative. Many of her quality and uber cute tops and bottoms are reversible, or rather “retroversible,” creating the possibility of four outfits in a single purchase. What a fabulous soirée it was meeting other fun gals, chatting away and playing dress up!



How super SWEET is this vintage waistpack?! Perfectly fits my gigantic Galaxy phone and credit cards – two hands free for champagne and to browse racks of super cute clothes! (Vintage Studded Waistpack – found long ago at Mint in Englewood, NJ) Thank you, Miss Bianca, for the pic! 🙂DSC07416

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Here with the diva herself, Julie Mollo. Both of us are rocking her latest collection, available on her website here, or at Slapback Brooklyn! My shoes are very old Forever 21.

Before calling it a night, I paid a long overdue visit to my good friend James, the Beverage Director of David Burke Kitchen. I always love catching up with friends and he let me in on a little appetizer secret at Kitchen called the Bison Tartare. I indulged into the dish that was prepared tableside, complete with a quail egg herb emulsion, porcini mushrooms, capers, shallots, toasted garlic, and served with grilled sourdough. I wouldn’t lean towards while perusing a menu EVER, but it certainly was above and beyond delicious.


Whether it comes to karaoke, art, fashion or food, I like it raw. And calm down with your dirty minds, perverts. I am simply referring to “raw” in the sense of no limitations and without filtration, which to me is the ultimate depiction of hopeless romanticism. Giving everything you’ve got for your passion and boundless imagination to revolt against the norm and evoke emotion will definitely lead you to the best adventures! 🙂

Posted by Olga Turka at 2014/10/17 8:46 PM No Comments
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