Month: September 2011

Weirdly, even though I was surrounded by a lot of beautiful people who were a lot better dressed, I felt pretty walking around Fashion’s Night Out last night. When all is said and done, I am happy about how I look. For now. But I’ve got my eye on you looks.

The best activity was actually in the Meat Market, not on Bleecker Street. This was some sort of Moulin Rouge set-up. I forget the vendor. In every case I forget the vendors, although I want to thank the following vendors for the free stuff: popchips (delicious, not just saying that because it was free, I’m addicted now, hey, wait a minute … thanks a heap popchip) Capezio (free tights) Maybelline (free mascara).

I wish I had gotten better shots that gave an overview of the activity. It was a madhouse. But I like the bustle-y feel of this shot. There were all these tall girls who must be models all over the place. Not fond of the Lady Gaga shoes.

People giving and getting free stuff.

11th Street was blocked off for the Teen Vogue party this year instead of Perry Street. The Perry Street residents are probably relieved except I thought they got money for putting up with it every year. Over all, Bleecker Street vendors didn’t make an effort this year. It looked like very little money was spent.

A little while after I got home they started testing the Tribute in Lights. They always do a test run before 9/11.

Matthew Shapoff took a picture a friend had taken of me in college (Sandra Whaley) and reinterpreted the image using the cyanotype method. You can see more of Matt’s work here. Thank you, Matt. It’s quite beautiful!

My plan for the day: write write write, then venture out and explore Bleecker Street for Fashion’s Night Out. Hopefully I will be back with lots of pictures of very well-dressed people.

And what the hell is wrong with my camera?? This batch all uploaded like this. Anyway, Finney had stopped sitting on my lap, but the last few days he’s been back. I wonder if it was a “it’s summer, it’s too hot” thing. Oh wait, it’s the blanket. It’s been cold in the mornings so I’ve had a blanket over me. It’s not me he loves, it’s the blanket.

Oh Finney. You heart-breaker, you.

It’s weird living in a tourist/shopping destination. Especially on a nice day. But it’s fun on Fashion’s Night out, which is Thursday this year. Store after store has some sort of event going on, it’s loud, and it’s not something I can really participate in, but it’s an entertaining spectacle and sometimes I get a free lipstick or something out of it.

I always forget it’s going to happen, but this year I’m ready and I will get lots of pictures. The Sex and the City block of Perry Street is usually closed off for a block party and there are bands, sometimes fashion stars, always good picture-taking.

She would have been neater, I think. But this greeted me when I got downstairs yesterday. I thought it was sweet, whoever painted it. I think I liked it so much because I had a boyfriend who once spray painted something for me on the street just a few feet away from this, and wrote “For Stacy.” He was a sweet guy. (We are still friends.)