Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Dancing Cat- FREE SHIPPING!
Free shipping on all Dancing Cats through September- scoot and check it out in my etsy shop! Do you own your favorite dancing cat yet?
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Fancy Pants
aka fat pants
aka the indulgent
aka the uncontrollable glutton
You KNOW this cat, you know it owns you!
Zoom in for gout induced edema! (those fat little toes aren't cute they're tragic!)
Monday, September 21, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Biff said candy canes and candy canes it was, the warden gave his permission
Biff said candy canes and candy canes it was, the warden gave his permission, originally uploaded by jamieshelman.
All cats are prisoners- Click to read more
Rainbow toe socks love
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I am a collector of happy things. When I saw this on Etsy this morning I knew that I needed it. $25 for something that will improve the way I feel every time I see it? $25 for something that holds the promise of peace (because who could ever argue with their husband or their mother in the presence of a cat proudly modeling his rainbow toe socks?) and harmony in my home? I hit the buy button so fast that I gave myself a little neck spasm. -Heather Ross
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Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Ensor-ish
The James Ensor exhibit @ MoMa is PHENOMENAL and ends this Monday Sept. 21, if you haven't seen it yet GO!
Inspired by Ensor's self portrait these cats have true Ensorian pazzaz!
State Road Restaurant review
After many recommendations we tried the much touted State Road Restaurant, here in West Tisbury, (the Obama's ate there!) for Tom's birthday. We warily entered the door afraid of the bourgeois that might be awaiting us, usually worth wading through bourgeois for good highly recommended food. The bourgeois was there, oh well stiff upper lip. We were haughtily directed to our corner table near the bar and "bourgeois" by the hostess, "late reservation", good thing we're not writing this for the Times, or are we?
The interior was warm and inviting, candles etc., even if it did appear to our taste to be somewhat over thought, (Yale interior architecture?) We were quickly greeted by a waiter who asked of our requests for water, tap water with lemon thank you please. Attire was, as other waiters and waitresses, somewhat costumey with stripy plaid ankle length aprons.
On to the food, overall good, not great, as expected. Our bread course was warm from the oven, small brioche buns, four in all, with warm room temperature butter and a mysterious white dipping sauce which was pleasant if unidentifiable, missed the description- loud music track (guitary eighties ballad, obviously the owners taste, but we were the customer!).
Our pleasant waitress, who was pumped for her entire life story by the bourgeois older folks who were crammed next to us, brought our appetizer course of pan seared sea scallops and curried onion rings which were served on a bed of fava beans promptly following the bread course. The sea scallops were near perfection, perfectly seared, achieving a crunchy caramelized coating on the outside and perfectly cooked interior. The onion rings were perfect as well, light flaky crispy batter coating and with a sweet not overly cooked onion waiting inside. The fava beans were also well prepared, still holding their crunchy earthen goodness, not over cooked mash as they could have been. This got our hopes up, "bourgey" crowd, music and all.
Our main course was the all- American favorite hamburger, we thought this would say something about the meals in general which it does in most high end restaurants presenting this classic. Looked good as it swooped into our table after a perfect brush off of previous crumbs by our attentive waitress. Accompanying fries were golden and thin but unfortunately had gone limp, like the lifeless body of a fallen war hero. The side of tomatoes and lettuce were perfectly red and delicious, obviously local. The lettuce seemed a generic leaf of the Boston type.
Now to the bun. It upon inspection was a rich sienna golden brown, but when biting into it we were met with the texture of the padding from a push up bra. This fought with the perfectly done and tastey good sized burger within, which was topped with an equally nice port onion jam and Grafton cheddar, too bad about the B-cup bun. The side of, again obviously local, perfectly wilted lemon and garlic spinach was beyond reproach. After a quick exit of plates from our main course and another de-crumbing by our life-story-giving waitress (not to us- to the "bourgeys"), we were on to dessert.
We had thought we might not pursue dessert until the words pear and galette came out, pictures of Normandy (without the invasion) and Brittany with it's lovely milk giving cows floated through our heads, we had to try. So glad we did. The galette will remain when all of the other experiences, including the bourgeois, have passed.
It was perfectly warm and golden, not too much spice (a hint more may have been nice- eh) with pecans and perfectly crisp seasonal pears, topped with the most delightful scoop of honey ginger gelato the world has ever known- reeking of ginger and honey, producing a near drug like experience. The accompanying cappuccinos from a new looking perhaps $5,000 Faema espresso machine unfortunately couldn't compete with their god-like partner, the galette. They were scalding hot, couldn't experience the coffee, and the topping steamed milk was too deep and like the suds from babies bath water. Need a pro to work the coffee maker that sponsored Eddy Merckx.
The bill was high, the service was pleasant, we tipped our tortured waitress (as much for her tolerance of the bourgeois as for our service), and left still floating on the cloud of euphoria produced by the galette.
C'est la vie.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Bon Voyage Richard
He always asked Tom in the mailroom if he saw him in the back of the Times yet, and yesterday we did!
We had Merkin as a drawing Professor while at RISD, the class was full of unexpected events and interesting stories from his long and celebrity filled career. His fashion sense was still obviously sharp, even jokingly asking for Tom's aqua and pink Patagonia striped shirt (from Paris! which made it even more desirable) in return for an A (the next week he had a similar shirt he'd gone out and bought himself! That fashion fiend!) Richard you will be missed!
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
A New Pickle With Macho Stinko, Mucho Liko
When opening the jar the first thing you're met with is the smell of an old Southern Italian mans garlic reeking breath. Once that image has left your head the actual taste is quite mild and pleasant, more like a kees from Sofia Lauren.
The Fall of Eden
Which look wants you this Fall fashion season? Personally I'm all about the mall shopping trollop.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Cafe Grumpy
Miss the cafe au laits from Grumpys coffee shop, 3 blocks from the Chelsea Hotel, the service was indifferent, we were charged random prices and were served in big American mugs (guess there's something chic about going in the face of tradition or maybe cafe au lait is too declasse for the uber crowd* ), despite all this the coffee was excellent and well prepared, the foam lasting all the way to the bottom (contrary to the indifferent "Misto" received at Starbucks- the words cafe au lait can't be spoken there, in other words cafe au lait "ist verbotten"!). All of Grumpys "hunt for nuances" coffees fail to be as dark roast as French Roast coffees, even adding milk can mask their complexity, and if adding one of the sugary pastries to your breakfast you would need a bloodhound to find the treasures hidden within, again so uber. Still somewhat of a treasure when considering the alternatives offered in NYC.
*on a side note we went to City Bakery where they were clueless as to the contents of a cafe au lait so it could be worse...
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Contador and Tapas, No Mas!
Menemsha aftermath
@ Larsen's
The lobster's gone and so are "they"... back to Connecticut, NY, wherever.. goodbye!
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Candy Cole
Such a strange little bird... like Lily Cole blooming out of a big mound of Alexander McQueen. Tom's latest.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Sweden!
Love the toy-like primary colors and crisp golden northern light of Chelsea's photos from Sweden! See her whole set here sweden (Set) or visit her beautiful blog {frolic} for more!
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Inglourious Basterds
(via suicideblonde) (via waxandmilk)
Nazi Punks Fuck Off!
photo via HEEB magazine