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Anchors Aweigh!

Today, we are taking it back to Memorial Day Weekend when my DC gal pal Jenny Goff was in town for a couple days of fun! With the promise of hundreds of sailors convening on the rough shores of the Hudson, we embarked on a nautical adventure.

We began the day donning our finest stripes (and maybe me taking it to the extreme as usual) and imbibing unlimited Mimosas at a Mediterranean restaurant Taboon. After fueling our travels, we made our way on foot to Pier 92, where ships of seamen and seawomen awaited.

Living in the NY Metro area for some time, I never actually made it to the events of Fleet Weeks past, despite annually passing by the participants. What seemingly appears to be an admitted excuse to bat your eyelashes and flirt with a handsome stranger in uniform had so much more to offer.


(I’m rocking a Gap dress- a $10 find!, vintage hat and belt, and Jeffrey Campbell shoes)

As we made our way onto the gargantuan ship, we met many service men and women, all of whom were having a fun break from it all posing for pictures with strangers (they even had the hastag #selfiewithasailor for the event). Jen and I remarked, albeit embarrassingly, about how this is the most patriotic we’ve ever been for any national holiday, not only because of the obvious premise, but due to the fact we were actually able to thank these selfless individuals in person who choose to protect our freedom.



Being given free reign to explore, we paroused every corner of the ship, viewing weaponry and even touring helicopters.






Later in the evening, there was celebration at one of my dive favorites, Hogs and Heifers. With all of the continuous instability there is in the world, it was an especially memorable Memorial Day Weekend actually celebrating the limitless courage and bravery that these men and women give forth daily to protect their fellow citizens and saying the words “thank you” in person.


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Inside Out

No, no. Not that insanely catchy and seemingly nonsensical Eve 6 song that is a karaoke staple.

In early February, I cruised to the Gagosian Gallery‘s West 21st Street location. Upon walking in, I was visually slapped with the most ginormous sculpture aptly titled “Inside Out” and immediately was awestruck by how diminutive I seemed. The fact that I felt so small is particularly interesting, since I was towering in oversized, Pee-Wee Hermanesque platforms (making me about 6’3″). As I passed through the labyrinth’s twists and turns, a mild anxiousness overcame me as some corridors narrowed in dramatically. It was creating a reflexive sense of disorientation, as I was unaware of what was around the corner.

 Richard Serra Inside/Out

The wider, open spaces of the exhibit where there was more light provided much more comfort. Alone, I hugged the curves of this foreign territory without knowing my next move. 

Inside/Out Corridor

Leather trench & faux fur hat, vintage; Plaid duster, Free People; White denim pant, Kenneth Cole; Thermal, Abercrombie & Fitch; Scully shoes, Jeffrey Campbell; Leather Patchwork bag, Juicy Couture.

Gagosian Gallery Inside/Out

Although I just successfully teased you through the sublime coolness of this incredible piece by veteran American minimalist sculptor, Richard Serra, it unfortunately is no longer there (sorry!). You may view the installation experience in this interview with the artist here (“Inside Out” is at the 4:40 mark).

 I concluded that it was an amazing correlation to the twists and turns that are inevitable in real life navigation. Sometimes, the sense of knowing where you’re going is necessary and we rely on all types of gadgets and apps to get us to unknown destinations efficiently and smoothly. Though we are accustomed to the comforts of safety and routine, it’s a great sensory exercise to venture out, to get lost and to wander aimlessly through less known territories – to swallow my doubt, to turn it inside out. To find nothing but faith in nothing (even more sorry).

I obviously have digressed, as I love to do. And, I now have an overwhelming urge to do the Tequila dance.


Pee-Wee Tequila Print


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