Magic In the Moonlight

            One of the most enjoyably clichéd ‘summer in the city’ activities is wondering around the Chelsea galleries on Thursday evenings. It’s a great excuse to actually get out there and see what’s happening on a smaller (but no less impressive) scale as opposed to the regular arty-haunts like the MET and MoMa. And let’s not kid ourselves- the free wine and fantastic photo ops alone are worth the trip downtown.

If you’re like me and find it hard to leave the comfort of your own neighborhood on days off, but don’t want to join the tourist-laden crowds of museum mile, pop into (my former neighbor!) Jeff Koons’ retrospective at The Whitney. Sadly this will be the final exhibition taking place in the Marcel Breuer building  (75^th) before the entire museum moves to the Meatpacking District in 2015. 

Anyone who reads this blog knows that I have a major Woody Allen complex. With that in mind, it was incredibly exciting to go to the premiere of his newest film Magic in the Moonlight. Not only did it have all the goodness of a classic Woody film, but it also stared one of my favorite people, Emma Stone. Known for her quirkier roles, she always adds something endearing to every role and this film was no different. Plus, she brought along her entourage of beautiful men: boyfriend, Andrew Garfield (above), and my current man-crush, Dane Dehann (sadly, not pictured). Swoon. 

Side note: I am very excited about my newest purchase pictured here on my bookshelf. 

Impersonating the English with the help of a pimm's cup at Lovely Day, NoLita.

"Live from New York, it's (Not) Saturday Night!"

            On any Saturday in season, it’s a given where you can find me- plopped on the couch in my living room counting down the minutes until someone shouts, “Live from New York, it’s Saturday Night!” In fact, the most social-ness allowed in my apartment that night is having a few friends over to laugh at the jokes, discuss the host, and hate on the fact that Seth is no longer at The Update Desk. It’s the only hottest ticket in town that includes wine, homemade sweet potato fries, and getting way too emotionally involved.

Even though it’s nearly impossible to weasel your way into actually getting tickets to see the show in person (some weird, extensive process of emailing them within an absurd timeframe), it has dawned on me that living in New York there is easy access to everything/everyone involved in SNL. UCB, for example, does stand up shows all the time featuring cast members for as little as $5. And if you’re really into it, a number of the top guys and gals do stand up shows at comedy bars/theaters all around the city, which you can find out about via Twitter, etc. And if you’re a complete weirdo (like me), you can beg all of your friends to sign up for Seth Meyers tickets until you end up going to his show three times in one week.

Even though we’re not funny, Two of my friends and I are working on our own act to further our quest of pursuing the absolute lowest-paying jobs in America (stand up is a close second to fashion in terms of the lowest possibility of making a profit, like ever). So far it includes the three of us sitting on a couch, flipping through magazines while making sassy remarks. So basically, it’s a snippet of what we do during our free time. (“Fascinating and impossible not to get lost in,” says My Mom. “A teeming, Woody-Allen-ish cast,” says My Dad. The rest of the audience politely sipped their cocktails and hoped it would be over soon.)  More to come…   

Me + Sasheer Zamata at UCB East.

Two of my victims friends I forced to take me to Seth.

What else can one do after attending a Seth taping besides just generally accepting your touristy fate? 

Regis boys & Sacred Heart girls 

with Colin Jost (I have finally forgiven for taking over Seth's place at Weekend Update)

Another One Bites the Dust

@carolinexmason PLL nights.

            As always, the summer seems to fly by without so much as lending us a moment to take a step back (and cross all those rooftop bars off my bucket list) to appreciate. But regardless of how busy I am I always try to make a point of putting my feet up every now and then and spend time with friends. August in New York is unseasonable sriracha-hot, so activities tend to center around who/where has the most powerful AC and wi-fi connection. But I’m looking forward to spending the last few weeks before heading back to school (albeit one that’s a short subway ride away) with these weirdos. I hope you’re all enjoying the summertime as much as we are!

Hard at work on set... 

The model assistant or the model/assistant? We'll never know. 

A quick selfie with Demi. 

My friend recently moved to Willaimsburg and became the keeper of some prime rooftop views. Only the idea of actually having a glass of wine up top is mildly terrifying- despite the gorgeous backdrop, the space is tilted slightly downward with no ledge. Hopefully not an accident waiting to happen. 

My lovely blogger-friend Lisa and I post-stuffing our faces at Schiller's Liquor Bar Sunday brunch. It may be hard to tell, but we're currently mad at America (but very happy for Germany)! 

Big Sis-ing

 my two favorite boys head to Brooklyn 

One should never admit this, but my little brother is way cooler than me. For that reason, my friends and I love it when he comes to visit us in the city. Whenever he is around exciting things just seem to happen to him and by extension, us. Last time it was dancing with Emma Watson and a slew of Victoria’s Secret models, and when he came to visit a few weekends ago, I kid you not, all these random hip kids just kept inviting us places and buying us food and drinks. And the best part is, he probably thinks these things happen to me on an everyday basis.

The only thing worse than your sibling being cooler than you is giving them the satisfaction of knowing they’re cooler than you. 

Instilling the importance of Sunday brunch in the culture of New Yorkers. At The Smith. 

Just a few everyday decorations at Milon on the Lower East Side. 

Photo opportunities are always a struggle when someone is 6'5. 

Americana and whatnot.