It is a lovely, sunny, springtime day in New York, so I went for a walk down Fifth Avenue. The cast of characters on the street were as following:
-a sea of Hasidic Jewish boys and fathers passing out flyers -models with look books in hand -hipster students with scarves, tote bags and ray bans -mothers/nannies with children in those $2,000 strollers -a sea of cute kids in multicolor tights getting out of pre-school -the Rafiqi man making noises at me -businessmen on lunch break with their suits unbuttoned -bike messengers/delivery guys with their massive bike locks locked around their waists -a flirty glance with a cute gentleman (in all likelihood a 22-year-0ld NYU student, oy.) -miles davis on my ipod
So I went to the GenArt Film Festival tonight. The movie was great, the short film was great, the party was great. I highly recommend, but just prepare yourself--everyone will be cooler than you.
Every night ends with the “jamon jam,” a sing-along for guests who want to ham it up. And of course, turn-down service in your room comes with a bag of pork rinds on your pillow.
Main Entry: clem·en·tine Pronunciation: \ˈkle-mən-ˌtēn, -ˌtīn\ Function: noun Etymology: French clémentine probably from Clément Rodier, French priest who discovered the hybrid ca. 1902, Date: 1943, : a small, nearly-seedless citrus fruit that is probably a hybrid between a tangerine and an orange