I do it, almost daily, just scouring other blogs for inspiration. As Darren mentions the secret isnt to necessarily take ideas from other blogs to use for yourself. Nope, you ll generally find inspiration or a spark for change from viewing other blogs. Read more…
To get your daily fruit serving (not really).
All you need: whiskey, peach jam, club soda, and thyme (to garnish). Get the recipe here.
Master this and become the world’s BFF.
All you need: whiskey, lemon juice, lime juice, and powered sugar. Get the recipe here.
If you’ve always wanted to know what Butterbeer tastes like.
All you need: bourbon, butter, honey, cloves, ginger, cinnamon, orange juice, and sugar. Get the recipe here.
Get your significant other’s parents schwasted.
All you need: rye whiskey, sweet vermouth, and Angostura bitters. Get the recipe here.
If you want to stay “healthy” and if by “healthy” you mean “buzzed”.
All you need: kombucha, whiskey, mint, honey, and lemon juice. Get the recipe here.
If a Shirley Temple could get you drunk.
All you need: whiskey and cherry-flavored brandy. Get the recipe here.
If you want to read under a blanket while getting crunk.
All you need: chamomile tea bags, hot water, honey whiskey, orange, and lemon. Get the recipe here.
For something simple and delicious to drink ASAP.
All you need: Irish whiskey, lime juice, and ginger beer. Get the recipe here.
Because iconic.
All you need: whiskey, sugar, and bitters. Get the recipe here.
If you want to get drunk while eating ice cream.
All you need: milk, half-and-half, bourbon, icing sugar, vanilla, and nutmeg. Get the recipe here.
If you’re craving iced tea and a solid buzz.
All you need: rye whiskey, iced tea mix, and water. Get the recipe here.
Because it might sound like a sex toy.
All you need: bourbon, coffee liqueur, and orange bitters. Get the recipe here.
Not to worry, you can know what are the 10 top destinations to visit next year.
To help get you motivated, we’ve identified 10 destinations that are sure to make headlines in 2015. Some will host major global events, while others will celebrate anniversaries, unveil new attractions or stand in Mother Nature’s spotlight. The event is meant to herald the arrival of a new Riviera – one full of 21st-century entertainment located right in Florida’s backyard. Read more…
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Isabel Marant doesn’t love being noticed, which she is all the time. To clarify: She likes it when she’s crossing the street and a stranger says “gorgeous coat” or something like that, but she doesn’t like it when people know who she is, so it’s a relief that she seems oblivious to the lady with the blow-dry and the chemically peeled skin who keeps peering, awkwardly, over her shoulder in the lobby of the Mercer Hotel.
“I am quite discreet,” Marant says. “I am not very happy when people scream oooooooooo in the street. And they do it a lot.”
Marant, who is 47, has had tremendous fashion influence in New York over the past couple of years: Those stacked sneakers, those ankle boots, the ascendance of the marled gray sweatshirt, all trace their roots to her designs. But trips to New York are rare. This one was for an upcoming ad campaign that she’d spent the previous day shooting in a top-secret location with a top-secret photographer (later revealed to be Inez & Vinoodh). Then it is back to Paris, to her husband, the handbag designer Jérôme Dreyfuss, and their 11-year-old son, Tal. The family typically spends the weekend at their postage-stamp-size cottage (no electricity) in a forest 35 miles from Paris, eating local things, kayaking on the river, smoking, and playing with an ancient set of tarot cards, and reminding themselves that if all the success and all of the sweaters and handbags and shoes were to disappear down that river, everything would be completely fine. Better than fine, even. So being in New York on a Saturday morning is a kick: “I am very interested in human beings,” Marant says.
Marant’s shop on Broome Street — opened in 2010, it’s one of only two in the U.S., the other being in Los Angeles — is small and sparse, but the big, crowded, and brightly lit chains that line lower Broadway are stuffed with watered-down versions of her look, and, quite often, direct knockoffs. “Sometimes I get really pissed off against certain labels that I feel just live on my back,” she says, “but that’s life, and I want to have a more philosophical approach to clothes than spending time on who has copied what.”
And what philosophy is that? “Well, I am anti-consumerist,” she says, and she laughs a big smoker’s laugh. “It’s very difficult,” she says of the obvious contradiction. “I have to be at peace with myself and what I am doing. I think it’s about feeling good, bringing some self-confidence and attitude, some pleasure. Sometimes when I feel bluesy and I feel like a piece of shit, I go and I shop and I buy something, and it makes me feel happy and it makes me feel better than going to a psychoanalyst. I think there’s a kind of psychoanalytic approach: It’s making good to yourself in a simple way and it’s also about the way you present yourself to people so it brings security and self-confidence. Whenever I start a collection it’s about saying, I don’t really need anything; what will make me feel like buying something new when I don’t really need it?”
Marant has been up since 4 a.m. — a combination of jet lag and habit — and is several cappuccinos in. The patrons of the Mercer trickle off the elevator bank: lots of high-tech workoutwear on the men and jeans, boots, and cashmere sweaters on the women. Marant, in white corduroy jeans, navy-blue T-shirt, gray sweatshirt, and tweed jacket, is the Ur-version of all this, the blueprint for the way a certain set of women get themselves up for moments exactly like this, brunch in the lobby of a chic hotel. She says she became a designer because she was the plain child (hard to believe) of a model mother with a long-lashed, beautiful brother. Clothes were a way of standing out.
Ironic, then, that what makes her so popular is her tendency to make clothes that blend seamlessly into wardrobes and lives, that feel from the first moment like old familiars. Everything about the way Marant looks, and what she sells, is easy: She doesn’t wear makeup and there are friendly wrinkles at the sides of her eyes. She doesn’t color her hair, or appear to be hugely bothered by styling it; almost always it’s stuck into a haphazard bun. It’s hard to imagine another designer who has resonated so much with her target customers. Love of Isabel Marant is profound in ever-widening circles, and her instinct for hits is unstoppable: There was the wedge platform sneaker, for example. “I think they have become quite far from my image,” she says, owing to their broad success and a million copycats. “They have become something super-vulgar, so I’m not feeling like I want to be the wedge-sneaker designer. It’s something I achieved and was very pleased about. In a few years, perhaps, it will calm down, and I can say I was the origin of that, and that will be nice. I mean, when I achieved them, I knew I had done something — I know most of the time when I have made a big hit, when something will be copied. There are the Dicker boots. And I was the first one to use linen jersey to do T-shirts, and I knew that was going to be something that was going to last for ages.”
If none of these feels like the reinvention of the fashion wheel, Marant would agree. She sees her role as a creator of things women not only admire but reach for again and again and again. “I feel more like a woman who talks about the mood of my time. I am a bit more like Chanel or Sonia Rykiel — not the super-creative women but women who really belong to their time and make things happen.
“Most of the designers I admire are men,” she continues, though she is quick to explain that she does not emulate them. “I think men are much more ahead of the game because they aren’t thinking about constraints. There are two basic ways of designing. As a woman, I have the more basic and intuitive approach. The men live more in a fantasy and are more able to advance fashion. Sometimes it’s quite easy to do crazy, fantastic things, but then I just say, I would never wear it.” For Marant, there is little purpose in complicated and uncomfortable clothing.
She lists both John Galliano and Martin Margiela as her design heroes, and even though she’s not a believer in the revival of old houses (“Stupid!”), she is pleased that Galliano is back. “Fashion killed him,” she says. “You have to be very strong to survive. I have a family — I think that helps a lot. You can be so lonely. You get very huge with celebrity, but it’s nothing after that. There’s a lot of fakeness, and it can leave you alone very easily. In the ’80s, fashion was a lot about sex and drugs and rock and roll, and I think now to be a designer you have to be the most healthy person — I wake up early and have a half-hour swim every morning to manage the stress. If you don’t go to bed early, with all those collections we have to provide all the time … really, it’s a race. I feel like a high-performance athlete more than a designer.” Marant finishes her coffee and prepares to step out into the autumn light. Her coat is boxy, and wrapped around her like a blanket. She is almost certain to be stopped.
*This article appears in the November 17, 2014 issue of New York Magazine.
Source: nymag.com
Who needs a partner when there’s technology?
We’re not talking about a Spike Jonze-ian world of Siri-like virtual pals. We’re talking about helpful gadgets that make life for one just a bit easier, for those times you need a helping hand.
From simple jar openers to tools for clasping difficult jewelry, here are the six gadgets single people can enjoy.
This gadget is perfect when you need an extra set of width=”608″ height=”360″ hands. Go ahead and pour those leftovers into a bag by your damn self.
Price: $7.50
For those times when you can’t turn to anyone and say, “Hey, can you help me put this on?” No, you’ve got the bracelet assistant, so you can put your jewelry on by your damn self.
Price: $24.95
Zipping up the back of a dress alone requires everyone to channel her inner contortionist. Use the simple ZipHer to pull up that zipper by your damn self.
Price: $19.95
Is that pasta sauce jar too tight too open? Do it anyway by yourdamn self with the simple Gripper jar opener.
Price: $15.77
The Lockitron is perfect for singles who live alone. If you forgot to lock your front door, use the gadget’s synced up app to lock the door with just your phone (and also, your damn self).
Price: $179
If you don’t have a lock compatible with Lockitron, try Spotter’s multipurpose sensor. Using just your smartphone, you can monitor “motion, sound, light, temperature and humidity.” That way, you can always be aware and feel safe in your apartment when you’re by your damn self.
Price: $33
Source: mashable.com
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Its newly released adjustable desk the BEKANT let’s us have all the work-station heights we could possibly imagine. Intended for easier collaborating and meetings, the desk has two arrow buttons to let you raise or lower it to your desired height throughout the day. Click on to watch a video of the desk in all its rising action gloryWhile standing desks seem awesome in theory (great posture, superb circulation) — one thought always makes us hesitant to commit to the work lifestyle the desk represents. What if we really want to sit down at some point in the day (and, not on a hard high stool)? Do we just have to go find a lonely conference room? Well, IKEA must have heard our quandary. Its newly released adjustable desk — the BEKANT let’s us have all the work-station heights we could possibly imagine.
Intended for easier collaborating and meetings, the desk has two arrow buttons to let you raise or lower it to your desired height throughout the day. It seems like a breeze. The piece comes in a variety of veneers with the option to purchase just the frame at a lower cost. Click on to watch a video of the desk in all its rising action glory. Because, adjusting your chair is so last year. Read more…
The end of this post has a peach getting peeled, and you’re going to love it.
Cameron, whose credits also include Aliens and Titanic, declined in the interview to share plot details following the end of first movie, in which (spoiler alert if you’re one of the several hundred people who haven’t seen it yet) the native Na’vi expel the corporate evildoers back to Earth. Cameron said he toyed with the idea of shooting the sequels in 60 frames per second, but instead committed to 48 fps the same rate used by Peter Jackson’s Hobbit movies. My thinking at the time was that 60 might be a better segue to the video market, Cameron told Empire. Read more…
Some men decided to take some Instagram snaps inspired by the question: “What if guys did the stuff girls do?” Read more…
