Monday, November 23, 2009

Roma

So I miss living in Rome, a lot. I miss the market in the Prati neighborhood, taking classes near the Piazza del Popolo, drawing in the Borghese Gardens in the spring. I miss late nights in Testaccio, touristy nights out in Campo de' Fiori at the Drunken Ship, secret bar nights at Led Zep, and sandwiches at Ristocampo. I miss wandering around on Sundays exploring the Jewish Ghetto, taking the 492 to Trastevere, the randos on the subways, saying Ciao, and Prosecco. I miss our Italian friends, Alessio, Andrea, Valerio, and Alberto. I miss meeting foreigners and then never seeing them again. I miss Michelangelo and St. Peter's and Bernini and Raphael. As far as clubs? Gilda, Piper, Micca, Goa, and Art Cafe. I miss Starbee's on weeknights. I miss being overwhelmed with things to photograph for photography class. And finally, I never thought I would say it, but I miss RyanAir.


RP

Dragons, Spaghetti, and Cigs, Oh My

Yesterday I went to my friend Ira's house to work on our group project for Exhibition Design "Breathing Fire: The History of Dragons in Art." After three hours, one cup of tea, one large coffee, a million hits of the keyboard, and some discussion regarding the differences between Eastern and Western dragons, we all decided we had had enough. Ira and I went to the balcony to have a cig and started discussing getting fat in Italy and the joys of traveling abroad. Ira related to me how his balcony reminded him very much of Hitchcock's "Rear Window." I agreed.

Topics that came up in conversation: trying to find Chinese food in Rome; the London tube; a 6 yr-old tree that was growing out of a flower box on the balcony; the Venice Biennale; the joys of being an intern; contemporary photography; the death of Jeanne Claude; the possibility of a wife-killer living amongst the neighbors' enclave; ice sculptures of the Parthenon; paraffin in pastel colors; transience and deterioration and impermanence and identity.


RP

Oh, Elizabeth and James



Brilliant (the skirt not the Hanes tank). Unfortunately . . . $395.


RP

What's up with John Mayer?

John Mayer: “I can’t even explain to you how terrible that feels, that I equate dating a woman with punishment, shame, guilt, disappointment, reproach, reprimand, persecution. It’s a nightmare.”("John Mayer Just Has to Please the Girls", The New York Times, Jon Caramanica, Nov 20, 2009)

RP: I can't even explain to you, John-O, how terrible it is that I equate you with the lyrics:

"I don't remember you looking any better, then again I don't remember, don't remember you"

What the hell does that mean?


RP

Coats and Mary-Kate

I find it to be a consistent pleasure throughout the winter to put on a coat. I love getting bundled up and I like how it makes it acceptable to cover everything you want covered. I just ordered this coat online the other day from Urban Outfitters because of the way the collar hangs, and the back will be flattering (I hope) to my ever-expanding ass. Give me a black coat any day, or a tweed coat, never a green one, and come on people, enough with the puffers - we are not Eskimos.

Here are some others I looked at:








I am wearing my leopard (or someone asked - Cheetah?) print coat by GOLDE from last year right now, with a black, thick, ribbed cotton collar and a big, jazzy gold zipper up the front. I love it. More importantly, I feel like I carry a little of Mary-Kate's style with me when I wear it.






Next on the list for outerwear? Legwarmers and a furry vest. I'm thinking Duane Reade for the legwarmers (pick of black or cream) and Zara for the vest.

Onwards.


RP

Smiling at Zachary's Smile

Wandered into a gem of a store last night on my way through NoHo, Zachary's Smile. This store is probably well known. As a non-native New Yorker, I am guessing that I am writing about something that has been covered before but . . . it gave me that buzz, the shopping buzz, the clothes buzz, the shoe buzz, the buzz where you suddenly rationalize to yourself that you need a complete new wardrobe and that this store has every look you want. I stumbled across this cozy, vintage abode because I dragged myself to Inven.tory for a sample sale only to find that they were turning people away with a pathetic, say it like-you-mean-it "I'm sorry, we're closed."

I wanted to get a vintage dress to wear for an art opening and stumbled across about ten that I coveted so badly that I spent ten minutes (they must have thought I was so weird) in the dressing room going back and forth in my head about what to get, how much my total would be, which piece could I live without, etc. I decided on none of the dresses and got a vintage romper instead, along with a navy blue and white striped loose fitting tee in a L so I can wear it with leggings and the softest big black sweater (never go without one). I want a boyfriend blazer from here . . . like, now. I'm going to go back and get a pair of gold chandelier earrings, for how much you say? Yup, $30.

If you want vintage boots for a reasonable price, go here. Or go to Brooklyn, your choice.

I want a grey pair that go over the knees like these from Intermix, I'm thinking about them. Are grey boots wearable?




Actually, I think I don't like the over-the-knee boot thing. It reminds me of Jessica Simpson, and no, I am not just saying that because it's cool to diss her right now. Please.


RP

Almost Catching a Thief in Barcelona for 2 Days

"I hurt the flower" - Russell Hammond

On a movie kick right now. I watched four over the weekend including Almost Famous which is one of those movies that you get something different out of it every time you watch it depending on your mood.

I love that scene where Kate Hudson looks at Patrick Fugit as he sits on the bed in his underwear about to lose his virginity to the three wild women dancing around him; Kate peeks through her hand, teasingly acknowledging his soon-to-begin venture into manhood then she waves goodbye, letting the girls do their thing with him.

I also watched To Catch a Thief, Vicky Cristina Barcelona, 2 Days in Paris (my favorite movie) . . .

Marion: Uggghhh
[Jack removes Marion's glasses]
Marion: I can't see you. I could be having sex with Gregory Peck or something.
Jack: Well, good for you.


A little trivia from IMDB: Adam Goldberg was in another movie with Julie Delpy, the role is listed as "Man Sleeping on Train." Ha.


RP

Pop Music in Moderation

I'm on a pop music listening spree and I just can't help myself. Then again, are Nelly Furtado and Timbaland considered pop? Kings of Leon? Sexiness. Enough Said. Then there's something too about T.I. . . . (and I'm a white girl from PA). I reinterpreted his lyrics to fit my current financial status:

"your finances are in disarray, prioritizing horribly"

It's become my mantra in the morning to set me off with moula-mindfulness for the day.

Here's the playlist I'm currently listening to:

"Quiet as a Mouse" - Margot and the Nuclear So and So's
"Brainy" - The National (saw The Long Count at BAM - amazing)
"Scream" - Timbaland feat. Keri Hilson and Nicole Scherzinger
"Minor Thing" - Red Hot Chili Peppers
"Hearing Damage" - Thom Yorke (that otherworldly song from the New Moon soundtrack)
"Hands" - Four Tet
"Everywhere" - Fleetwood Mac (check out the cover version by Vampire Weekend)
"Reckoner" - Radiohead
"Naive" - The Kooks
"Girlfriend in a Coma" - The Smiths
"Figaro" - Madvillain (damn good)
"Daylight" - Aesop Rock
"Writer's Block" - Just Jack
"Our Swords" - Band of Horses

Now that I think about it this list seems a little dated, but I'm one of those people that finds a song she likes and listens to it over and over and over and over until I find another.

RP

Bill Viola

The first piece of art I ever connected with was Bill Viola's video installation at the Tate Modern, "Five Angels for the Millenium." Currently, Viola has a show at James Cohan Gallery which I am dying to check out . . . (I can't right now because I'm in school studying art which affords me little time to actually go see art).

"Bodies of Light"

Any thoughts?

RP

Military Boots

Currently, I am sitting at work talking boots with Camille, my fellow comrade in interning and she inspired me to get these military style boots from my new favorite bargain website: Endless which is in fact . . . endless.

The boots are probably too high for me and as a clumsy gal I will probably fall but it was an irresistible purchase: Dollhouse Women's Rogeri Boot







(For those who are interested, as you all should be, a cheaper pair can be found online at Newport News. I'm mad I didn't see these before I ordered the others.)


RP