Hi all, Stephanie here. So, most mornings I wake up with a particular song in my head. The past few months have been dominated by 60′s French pop and Beach House, but this morning was different. This morning was a mishmash of early 90′s dance and r&b. It was something like a conglomeration of “Finally” from Ce Ce Peniston, C&C Music Factory’s “Gonna Make You Sweat (Everybody Dance Now)” by Freedom Williams, and “Pump up the Jam” by Technotronic.
This led me to recall a great song from 2007 called “Kom säger dom” that I played a few times on my radio show back in Oberlin by this swedish guy called Familjen (which I guess is Swedish for “Family”). The song, as well as the video, is clearly a tip of the hat to our early 90′s r&b/dance forefathers and foremothers. (P.S. If you like this, you should def check out his video for “Det snurrar i min skalle”, which won a swedish grammy for video of the year or something a few years back.)
I’m feeling like an early 90s revival is imminent, but really, what’s with our generation’s inability to come up with something new? If only I could travel back in time to Scandals in 1991 and be a real power mix party dancer and “wiggle it” with the legendary Dino Papastratis himself. That shit was REAL man.
–S Malik
One of my most favorite places in London– actually in the entire world– is Dalston, and in particular Dalston’s Broadway Market. Every Saturday tons of local farmers, jewelry designers, Caribbean to Indian chefs, cupcake bakers, florists etc. come together and offer up some of the most wonderful (and delicious) stuff ever. It makes for an amazing atmosphere: I mean in how many places can you get a French dude making you an amazing buckwheat crêpe for lunch [while insisting, somehow unpretentiously (but definitely cliché-edly), on using maroilles rather than cheddar because it is "real cheese"] and then stroll down a couple of stalls to get a rose water and nectarine cupcake, a watch salvaged from the cold war era, and a book on prefab housing?
A passionate frenchman
British cheese delights.
Plus Dalston in general has a really eclectic mix of people, so I get the opportunity to creepily people-watch to my heart’s content. Though the people-watching is admittedly getting increasingly less interesting as Dalston gets more gentrified by the minute. Dalston is unfortunately on track to be the next Shoreditch…. (I’ve decided that the amount of cleavage I see on the street is a good indicator of the current level of gentrification of the area–and while the numbers are still low, they are steadily increasing.)
This is Henry, my fabulous friend who introduced me to the market last summer.
Another great place in Dalston is London Fields, an open green area just off Broadway Market, where everyone will lay out in the sun when it gets warmer outside. Dalston is so magical. Hope you enjoy the pictures (And thanks to Lena for help with some of these photos).
Effective marketing: "Great meat is like great sex, the more you have it the more you want."
If you’re interested in seeing more pictures of Broadway market, see my flickr: http://www.flickr.com/photos/stephaniemalik/
<3
Stephanie
Hmm, so the talk of twitter by the str8′s and gays has been Ricky’s sexuality today b/c he
came out of the closet on his website. Brave dude. Respect and shit.
I want to hear “Shake Your Bon-Bon” now…
-antwan
Hi all, Stephanie here, long time no talk. So maybe I just missed the boat on this being in the UK and all, but have you guys heard about this crazy shit called “vajazzling”? I first came across it when friend sent me a link to Jennifer Love Hewitt making an appearance on the show “Lopez Tonight” (which I also have never heard of) in which the following conversation takes place:
Lopez: So give me an example of the book like something that helped you through a tough time.
JLH: Well I think there’s a chapter in the book you’ll like and it’s called “Vajazzling” and it’s all about-
Lopez: What’s it called?
JLH: Vajazzling. and I um after a break up a friend of mine swarovski-crystalled my precious lady, and it shined like a disco ball and so I have a whole chapter in there about how women should vajazzle their vajay-jays.
JLH later went on to reveal on the show that she was currently “vajazzled” and that it really helped her cope with a rough break up.
Despite the lucid description by Hewitt, I failed to really conceptualize what the verb “swarovski-crystalled” as applied to a vagina really meant. Apparently it looks this…
Ummmm am I alone here or is it totally fucking bewildering why someone would want to do this? Especially after a break up. Like, if I’m busy crying my eyes out after breaking up with my boyfriend why are crystals glued on my vaj in the shape of a butterfly going to make me feel any better? This reminds me of that rhinestones/sparkles phase I went through when I was like 11-years-old, except I put the sparkles on my FACE not my FOOFOO.
Moreover, would any guys actually think it was hot if they start hooking up with their date and then there’s like some array of tiny shiny daggers waiting for them? According to the CompletelyBare salon in NYC it is popular to get vajazzled for special occasions like weddings. I can just imagine on some poor guy’s wedding night: “Uhhh what’s that?” “It’s a surprise for you!” “No, but like, what is that?” “It’s crystals glued to my cootchie in the shape of a heart because i LOVE you!”
Oh JLH… what are we gonna do with you?
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<3<3 Stephanie
Tuesday was the launch party for the “first ever sports bar” in the Financial District so I decided to go down and see what all the fuss was about. Ha, and yes there was a fuss…
The picture t the top of this post is of a man who I watched follow every server with food around the establishment for about 2 hours. As seen in the photo he was grabbing any and everything and in large quantities…here he has 3 burgers…all for himself. Haha, he was not too happy that I took his picture, but I feel it shows how pretty much everyone was at the party.
HUNGRY.
There was everything from fried pickles to tater tots wrapped in crispy bacon (pictured above) to just plain ol’ sliced pickles at this party. Oh, and did I mention that there was a massive open bar? Corona was a big sponsor so yes, it was being consumed and vodka drinks and house red and white wines were also free.
She decided that 1 shot of vodka wouldn’t be enough to set the night on fire, so maybe 4 would, hahaha!
This is the guy that grabbed the 3 burgers…he had no shame and if you go to openings and stuff I’m sure you will see him wherever the food trays are!
Here’s the one burger I had, courtesy of the nice PR girl.
Here’s a dude I caught stuffing mad chicken satay into his mouth! hahahah!
These girls were really nice; they stalked the food too, but not nearly as ferociously as the other dude. Haha.
Yeah, I mean though the party was a little “square” for my tastes…all the “squares” seemed to really enjoy themselves and the food so I mean this is definitely a win for the bar.
Here are the rest of the photos:
1834 Bar and Burger
62 Pearl Street
New York, NY 10004
later nerds,
antwan.
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Oh man, this is one bad ass video for “Look” by Sebastian Tellier! It was created by Petra Mrzyk and Jean-Francois Moriceau of Mrzyk & Moriceau a.k.a. www.airdeparis.com. I’ve watched it like 4 times already and it doesn’t get old…and neither does the song!
Love this!
hmm, and this is what Sebastian looks like…
Later nerds,
Antwan
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Available now via the PEGLEG NYC online shop are these two cool collaborative watches they did with Casio G-Shock for the “Shock the World” campaign.
I feel like if I had to choose between the two that I would definitely go with the Watermelon themed one…no, not because i’m Black or anything stereotypical like that…more just just because I’m not really that into roses. Ha, in NYC I see roses as bad tattoo ideas for 18 year-olds and saggy skin bitches…no thanks. CONTINUE READING AFTER THE JUMP!
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So after everything was pretty much done at Webster Hall I took the L train all the way back home…and by that I mean I was so drunk off of my two or three or four drinks that not only did I steal the 1/4 full bottle of Crown Royal from Webster Hall, but I also missed my effing stop on the train by 4 stops and had to drunkenly wait on the platform for 20 mins for the next one to arrive. CONTINUE READING AFTER THE JUMP…
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Hmm, so last night after posting the photos from Hussle Clubs’ first live performance ever I decided that I should go to bed. I had not been feeling very well after the Victor Demarchelier opening at Clic Gallery and I figured that maybe an “early” sleep schedule might make me feel better…hmm, not sure if that worked. I woke up with a runny nose and a weird feeling in my throat; all sinus related I’m sure as I’ve felt this before.
I’m on the L train heading to Union Square for work as I type this and I just BEASTED some ho for a seat on this overcrowded ass train! FTW! Hell yeah. Haha. I guess now is a good time to describe some of the “supreme being(s)” on this train right now.
In front of me stands a girl probably about 26 years old with some really awful “stunner shades” on…something that Fergie would def wear, but instead of them being bedazzled þhey kinda have the look of something you’d find in those shops that sell mad posters of fairies and other mystic things…ick. Her hair is swept across her forehead and held in place by a bobby-pin and she’s wearing all black with her black boots that featured beautiful rope chains all around them. Haha, yeah, rope chains. Looking at the hand that’s holding on to the handrail I can see that she has clean fingernails which is a serious plus though…but not enough to cancel out those shades.
The woman next to me is an older woman, maybe in her mid-50s and “spanish”…I’m awful at distinguishing races, but I unno, I think she’s Spanish. Haha, I once thought this girl was mexican for almost a year just to find out that she was actually Chinese! I shit you not, haha! I was seriously dumbfounded when after confronting her about her self-proclaimed “asian glow” that she was in fact not Latino, but actually Chinese…meaning Asian as hell. Anyway, I just got on a serious tangent, so yeah back to the lady beside me…she is wearing light red lipstick with a dark brown lip-liner…I would so take a picture but she would def notice. The lip situation is seriously terrifying. Haha, but I’m not sure if it is nearly as bad as the chin strap ol’ lady is packin’! I mean almost a full beard, shits crazy!
I feel like I’m at Ringling Brothers or Barnum & Bailey…the L train is seriously a sideshow right now…and I’m in the middle.
Nice lips…
Later nerds,
Antwan.
Well I’d like to say a heartfelt thank you to www.nickydigital.com for this beautiful gem of a photograph. Haha. This shit is just all wrong! Not only is babygirl wearing an awful awful ensemble with rips in it, but her coochie and panties are all on FRONT STREET. Hahaha. Like what was going thru her head? What, she forgot she was wearing a short ass dress from Wet Seal? Nasty. If you know this “hottie” let her know that next time she might want to wear jeans if she wants to dance on stage with the pros. Haha. Poor thing..I hope she threw this dress out after this party..
Later nerds,
Antwan.
