A few months ago my brother and I were talking about blogs, then he said (and I am going to quote him because I remember this clearly), ” a serious blog Ale, like his and mine, not like yours”. I was offended. Shocked! I take my blog very serious. It’s not blogspot, or wordpress, its tumblr and I happen to love it and take it very seriously. How dare he? Well, here is his ‘serious’ blog (which just happens to be my favorite blog) for your viewing pleasure.
It might be the rain, or the time of year.. but ever since I got back to New York, I feel like I can finally walk around peacefully. Most of the tourists have gone home and the rest of us can continue on with our daily lives without having to give directions on every street corner.
Some down time was very much needed and appreciated.. but it’s honestly time to get back to the city, back to the craziness, back to the 2girl frat house and back to Felix to drown out my sorrows the not-so-proper way, but most definitely the preferred way…
Next time your good friend ( who knew you back when that MiuMiu on your arm was a LionKing backpack draping off your tiny little shoulders and that Roadster on your wrist was a Hello Kitty watch you could barely tell the time from) - tells you time and time again:
" It’s just too good to be true, I don’t trust this guy. There’s something about him I don’t like"
- She’s not being cynical. She’s not paranoid. She’s just right. It is too good to be true. You don’t trust the guy. You don’t give him the benefit of the doubt. You don’t wait and find out… You make a stiff drink for your old friend and yourself, forget about the guy and enjoy your adult version of a ShirleyTemple.
I can’t recall the last time my brother Daniel and I were ever apart for either one of our birthdays.. That’s probably because we never have. This is the first year I’m not there celebrating his with him. At this moment I feel like a bad baby sister and the fact that Daniel’s unmailed birthday card remains in the back pocket of my moleskin doesn’t help (but I must mention, holidays and birthdays have never been my thing- just ask my mom). Right now as I type, guests are arriving and eating some amazing food my mom has very specifically NOT cooked herself (I must say, for everyone’s own good). As I sip on my beer getting ready to go out for the night here in LA, I get texts from my one and only brother<3 saying my mom has taken another tequila shot and for a minute I kind of wish I was home. Little can really make me wish I was home, but tonight I am reminded of how much I love and miss Daniel and how much I wish I was there with him.
Feliz Cumple Daniel! Lo Quiero Muchisissisimo <3<3
I have been walking past MOSS for the past two months always admiring these Flos lamps, but never really going in to see them. Today I did and I’m more obsessed than ever before. Who wouldn’t want a lamp in the form of a gun? Really? Who are you if you don’t? For more of my obsession with guns click HERE.
It is very possible, that as a kid, I may have been too conveniently distracted by the mini-me doll house my dad built me when I was four. It’s also very possible, that a few years later, I may have been too concerned retaining envy of my brother’s wooden fort- which was built a few yards away from my doll house and oh too close for inconvenience and ‘friendly’ weekend rivalries. Maybe if it hadn’t been for those two factors… I would have realized that come nighttime, the forts I was making from sheets in the living room, were not enough and could have been upgraded. I would have realized… I was missing something, and that something was a teepee.