been saving these guys for a special occasion:
– snail paintings
– look for the helpers
– keep the faith xo, frank
– metro diary xmas edition
– bill clinton documentary (yessssssssss!)
be well, ya’ll.
how do ya like them apples?
doorman: hellllllo. who are you here to see?
me: gabe and michael, apt [checks phone] … 8f.
doorman: ummm [searches directory] oh, gabe! and michael! they’re uhh, they’re at work.
me: i know. i’m actually here to see dan. he’s staying with them.
doorman: i’m … uhhh … i’m … i’m sorry, you make me nervous. you from hollywood?
me: heh. [awkward silence] no, i’m not. [more awkward silence] i promise i’m not.
doorman: [grabs the phone, covers the receiver] what’s your name?
me: amy.
doorman: [on the phone] hi dan. your … uhh … your hollywood friend is here.
the above interaction is brought to you by a recent trip to NARS on bleeker where a very sweet makeup artist named joey esturo convinced me to buy some tinted moisturizer.
eccellente!
amy’s list.
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1...per a friend’s recommendation, i finally tried soulcycle. the closest studio is in union square (ugh), but seeing as how i’ve now been to 11 classes in 14 days that’s clearly not enough of a drawback to prevent getting wholly, fully, 1000% completely addicted. awhoops.
2...since moving to the east village over 3 years ago, living half a block from abraço has always topped a long list of reasons why i still love living here. i even remember noting that they were “just around the corner” when i went looking for my very first roommate. anyway, pictured above is co-owner liz quijada (and the woman behind their famous olive oil cake) holding her daughter lily. i am such big fans of these two. best smiles of 2012, by far.
3...it wouldn’t really be a proper amy’s list if i didn’t post something from the union square greenmarket, right? it must be clear by now i walk through this every week. also, roses.
4 & 5...back in october, tristan helped me cross wave hill off my ny to do list. it took a little one on one internet time to figure out that getting there is actually super simple. just live in or visit nyc, head to grand central, chill on metro north for 25min, and get off at riverdale. then be sure to pat yourself on the back for visiting a 28-acre public garden in the bronx overlooking the hudson river and palisades. fancy!
♥ elijah.
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“ninja, did you do that?”
gchat diaries.
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him: loop me.
me: loop you.
it’s the holidays
in new york city.
no one is here.
everyone is here.
it’s so festive!
it’s so sad!
oui.
.
after finishing this interview with menswear designer alexandre mattiussi, my first unfiltered thought was, “i will marry this man.” my second unfiltered thought was, “whaaaaaaaat? where did that come from?” i mean, really. when did i become someone to internalize the marriage plot monologue single ladies knee jerk into after finding someone attractive and interesting and making thoughtful, beautiful things for a living? not cool, amy. not cool. something like “i will email this man” or “i will google this man” or “i will spend the better part of an hour blogging about this man” seems to ride a little less desperate, a little more doable. might i also remind everyone that alexandre is almost definitely unmarry-able. a 32-year-old parisian who refers to his father as “papa” and claims to have no ego? a modern miracle if he’s single and attracted to girls americans.
how are things?
.
things are okay and i feel like my tectonics are moving and shifting and changing and getting a little bit better every day. for example, i did two thanksgivings this year which was waaaaay more fun than i expected. i made my grandmother’s seventies-era stuffing (it calls for postwar chicken fat and grinding an ENTIRE box of ritz crackers in a food processor). there were a bunch of emails that went back and forth between myself and my mom and my sister where i asked things like “what does sauté mean?” and, not only did they humor me, they also didn’t seem to mind when i got frustrated and yelled at everyone for not replying all.
.
anywho, the first dinner was in the early afternoon at a high school friend of a friend’s upper east side apt where a bunch of white, married twenty-somethings got superfull superfast and passed out in front of a flat screen tv. the second one was in the evening at an 826nyc friend’s upper west side brownstone where her holocaust-surviving german bubbie got superdrunk superfast and told me i was “vonderful.” all in all, i had a blast prepping for the first one and attending the second one.
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as for fashun, i busted out a dark brownish black printed floor length vintagey dress that i’ve been storing at the back of my closet for just the right occasion and paired it with my cropped leather jacket and combat booties. a 10min wait for the uptown f train was accompanied by a slothy homeless man sitting on the 2nd ave poopdeck staring me down and announcing to no one in particular, “MAN owns woman! MAN owns woman!” over and over and over.
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success?
success.
bowties & bruce.
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a man must constantly
e x c e e d..h i s..l e v e l .
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– bruce lee
twitter? i barely know her.
.
currently trending in nyc:
- throwing a house party on sat 12/15 at 8pm
- picking & choosing crunchy granola legal battles
- making out on the sidewalk EVERYWHERE ALL THE TIME
royally.
couple of babies.
.
i wanna have babies.
i don’t wanna have babies.
couple of babies.
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getting excited for my 30s . . .
.
da plug.
.
sooooooooo . . .
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tomorrow i am officially growing a pair
and moving this thing to wordpress dot org.
i doubt you guys will notice anything too major
(it’s just a lot of backend switcheroo whoopla shit),
but imma be taking a solo trip to omgwtfyaytown.
.
i am =
1 part nerves
1 part balls
.
what a woman.
.
believin’ all the hooey.
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“if you haven’t noticed, you are in the midst of a transition that is affecting every single part of your life. come next year, things will look and feel different. it’s as if you are on a trapeze and letting go of one ring to fly and catch the other. be brave.” – horoscope, dec 3
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and earlier this week . . .
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me: yesterday was supposed to be a luck day…
kate: you can’t believe all that hooey!
me: i believe a lot of hooey.
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the things.
captain izzard.
da plane.
.
it’s about time to jet.
i can feel it in my hair.
.
earth, chillin.
awwwwwtumn.
*
.
the world breaks everyone,
and afterward, some are strong
at the broken places.
– ernest hemingway
.
incredibly thankful to have had
such wild, wonderful opportunities
to break up, grow up, man up, and get up.
– amy ruth marsh
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funky.
werk.
woodsman.
i hear ya.
all seats $2.
haaaanky paaanky.
boyfriends.
stovetop 250.
.
things i emailed my family today:
what did you guys do this weekend?
what does saute mean?
where do i buy chicken fat?
.
then i scolded my mom
for not replying all.
dee end.
.
wah wah.
tgi almost f.
shhhhhhhhhit.
*
.
whenever shit get shittier,
i tend to get quiet and listen to
conditions from start to finish.
.
now on track 1 . . .
.
uggghhhh diaries.
love is love.
go team.
homeward.
*
.
i biked home last night.
power and internet (no heat).
friday night in the east village, 11pm.
street lights and silence.
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amy’s list.
.
1...i held off on blogging these photos because it felt inappropriate to post anything but flooded apartment floating parking garage artisanal food truck charging station grinding gridlock snapshots of the city, but since i don’t think i can stomach one more of those i decided to fuck it and move on. i took this on my way home from my office during the last days of the feast san gennaro. i miss the dusk, i miss the lights.
2...i’m supposed to vote at village view housing on tuesday, but no one seems to know if that’s still true. i could really go for a ground up view from inside their derelict playground dome right about now.
3...looks like hercules and xena decided to haul ass to fort greene after their lease was up. gc, guys.
4...i would like very much to go back to wherever, whenever this was taken. i need a big, fat rewind.
5...molly and i biked to 139 basset avenue in mill basin a few sundays ago to see the gaudiest house in new york city. after we found it, we laughed out loud and ate some pizza. it was a fine day.
.
for real.
“if you ever want to know who your friends are, be vulnerable.
need something. need something you can’t repay them for, something basic and human, something people only willingly and unflinchingly give to people they care about. it seems like age-old wisdom, but it’s something we tend to lose track of when things are good: tough times are the ones that show us who we can really count on, and how many people in our lives are just (no pun intended) fair-weather friends.
and sometimes, it’s not the people you’ve known the longest, or the ones you think you know best, who fit that description. sometimes it’s not even the people you’d expect to fit it. it’s the people that, regardless of time or place or circumstance, are right there with you when shit gets real.”
– mila jaroniec
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xanax.
paper boy.
1:11 = bananas.
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per usual, grace is flawless.
.
fresh.
oh, canada.
number 35.
ghost dog.
boss.
.
pretty
pretty
dancing.
.
terms & conditions.
*
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there are times when
it will go so wrong
that you will barely be alive,
and times when you realize
that being barely alive,
on your own terms,
is better than living
a bloated half-life
on someone else’s terms.
for the winfrey.
*
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i am
acutely
futuristic.
.
fyi – in the event of biopic, parker posey plays me and i play oprah.
.
hey.
no soap.
story bored.
oh yea,
then he kicks her
in the crotch.
?!
.
bigfoot is blurry.
*
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i bought a doughnut
and they gave me a receipt
for the doughnut.
i don’t need a receipt
for the doughnut.
i’ll just give you the money,
and you give me the doughnut,
end of transaction.
we don’t need to bring
ink and paper into this.