Simple and classic: Tim ....Fairfield Street, Boston

Coat, sweater and shirt - Club Monaco
Jeans - Marc by Marc J.
Shoes - Aldo

Style Profile: Coco, Part 3

I met Coco, aka Casey, a few months ago at an Achilles party. Coco is one of those people you notice right away when you walk into a room. She's vibrant. That night, I felt that I simply had to get to know her better. Thankfully, Achilles is one of my favorite haunts in town, so going back and striking up a conversation wasn't an issue.

Simply, Casey is pretty darn cool. She's gorgeous, witty, full of life, has a pretty amazing collection of vintage clothing (as is evident by her clothes in this style profile), and is a fellow runner. Oh, she's a gourmand! We're making plans to feast over grilled cheese sandwiches in the near future.

Here are her answers to the Proust questionnaire.

How would you describe your style?
Very similar to what it was in third grade. A very pretty boy in heels.

What is your idea of perfect happiness?
Laughing.

What is your greatest fear?
Dying. And living.

Which living person do you most admire?
My sister.

What is the trait you most deplore in others?
Guilt.

What is your greatest extravagance?
Living.

What is your favorite journey?
The time before you get to where you’re going.

On what occasion do you lie?
The completely wrong ones. When I'm scared.

Which living person do you most despise?
It changes.

Which words or phrases do you most overuse?
I love you.

What is your greatest regret?
Anytime I have made someone sad.

Where and when were you the happiest?
Right now.

What is your current state of mind?
Accepting.

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
I would speak more like Elizabeth Taylor.

What do you consider your greatest achievement?
Being in love.

If you were to die and comeback as a person or a thing, what would it be?
An owl.

What is your most treasured possession?
My red bear that plays music and my Fisher Price happy apple. Bliss.

What is your most marked characteristic?
A curious vocabulary.

What is the quality you like most in a man?
Just keep me laughing.

What is the quality you like most in a woman?
Just keep me laughing.

Who are your favorite writers?
Kurt Vonnegut, anyone who can write lovely songs.

Who is your favorite hero of fiction?
Rudy Waltz

Who are your heroes in real life?
My mother and Anthony Osgood

How would you like to die?
Not in a plane crash. Anything else is fine.

What is your motto?
Ignorance is bliss bitches.

Style Profile: Coco, Part 2

Style Profile: Coco, Part 1

Hair Woes

I did a photo project on barbershops for my photography class in college. At the time I had my hair short à la Halle Berry in Boomerang so I quickly got used to going to barbershops for a cut. It was cheaper and the lines were shorter. One Saturday while putzing around the house, I watched my cousin cut my brother’s hair and I thought, ‘hold, up, why am I paying good money going to a barbershop when I could have my cousin cut my hair.?’

So there I sat, being buzzed here and there. I congratulated myself on finding a new way to save money. My brother started telling jokes at this time. This one joke was so funny that I threw my head back to laugh and felt the clippers connect with my scalp. I heard an “oh sh*t” from my brother and a gasp that most likely came from me. A patch of hair the size of an Ipod Nano was gone from the right side of my head. Gone.

At first I thought, this is fine. It’s fine. I could wear a yarmulke. But I’m not Jewish, nor a man, so that idea quickly got scratched. Then there was the idea of wearing a turban…Oi!

In the end I had it shaved off--not unlike D. in the above picture. Lawd, it took me days to get used to my face. In the end I loved it the haircut. I felt so bad ass. And loved to contrast my hair with punk, ethnic, or repressed looks as in the above picture.

Seeing D. made me want to consider shaving my head again.

….then again, when I saw this young woman’s locks, I wanted to get locks too.

Pippa in Cambridge and Boston

I was delighted to see Pippa again. Check out her blog, Pippa Patchwork. She made her scarf! I've always wanted to learn how to knit...

Stripes.....Sunday afternoon on Newbury Street

Colored shoes...Paris

A lean silhouette. Outside Jeu de Paume, Paris

They probably didn't plan to wear the same color scarf....

Happy Holi

Holi festival is here! The colors are brilliant. These pictures are from Google images.

Three views of a coat...rue Royale, Paris

Laura on rue Cassette, Paris, France

Plaid at the Tuileries...Paris, France

Love her coat.

Musings on cheese, Paris, France

Why does cheese taste infinitely better in France? I ordered a croque monsieur for lunch today. My goodness it was delicious. And the cheese! It wasn't emmenthal nor was it Swiss but whatever it was, I call it divine. I try to stay away from white bread instead, I incorporate whole grains in my diet, so I kind of winced when I saw the croque monsieur. But who am I fooling, I knew what I was doing when I ordered it. Somewhere between reading about the Robert Frank exhibit, between my sixth sip of a Kir Royale and between flirting outrageously with my much older waiter, I thought, bump this! I'm in Paris! Eating whole grains be darned. I'm having a croissant au beurre every day that I'm here. Oh, and crepes, paninis, cantal and french fries....oh, and mille-feuille pastries too.

Here's a picture of my delicious croque monsieur...or at least what was left of it after I remembered to take a picture.

What we wore...Brooklyn, NY

These images are from the New York Public Library's Digital Gallery.