Anna Wintour

September is born upon editorial conception in March. Anna Wintour: shrew and mastermind behind Vogue feared, revered, scorned. Fashion stops at will on her command; loved ones will admit they’re amused by the high priestess’ choice of profession, and if RJ Cutler’s show offers anything, it’s a glimpse inside the heart, not all ice andContinue reading “Anna Wintour”

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metamorphosis

“As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a giant insect.” – Kafka ironic, that I choose a topic to ponder and upon late evening find myself sitting opposite its train of thought placard on the subway. bemusing and at times startling how the universe canContinue reading “metamorphosis”

Personal energy

a few years ago kundalini became part of my yoga practice. Dages Keats led us through a series of meditations and kriyas. Together with the kundalini breath, mantras, mudras, bandhs and asanas, one strives to unwind their inner connection toward Higher consciousness. Unlike traditional forms of yoga, this branch focuses on the liquid energy flowingContinue reading “Personal energy”

quarter bar

Friday night I met Kristin and Sheila for an al fresco drink in the garden at Quarter, a watering hole in Sunset Park. My recollection of this neighborhood is filled with residential shopping essentials: bakeries, meat markets, deli, hair salon, pizzeria…apparently times are changing everywhere. In fact on the corner of 20th & 5th Ave, you’llContinue reading “quarter bar”

all over the place like mud

I am my own worst enemy. There was no reason for me to linger at work past 5 last night and yet I didn’t close down my computer until way after 6. Sharon chatting over IM stressed my need for more balance. There’s something to be said when the same message is heard from colleaguesContinue reading “all over the place like mud”

Broadway

Superfluous blue scarves, gargoyles gasp for one last breath, near gutted frames of stone; Druggies eat french fries The green market closing time, bassets and bacon; Exhaustion creeps in– street corner bucket percussion, Twilight water tower; Spectator denim legs in camouflage and blue: dude it’s fashion week! And have I mentioned: Love scorned on westContinue reading “Broadway”

on work/on me

it happened again. something about my new boss intimidates me. rather than speak up in today’s meeting, minor comments were offered. and even then I stumbled on phrases. (sigh) why? how can it be true? i had hoped that my meek self would be gone by now. instead, she lingers. much to my chagrin. iContinue reading “on work/on me”