It’s a sad but harsh truth: most nightclubs in New York do not stand the test of time when it comes to fickle NYC personalities and patrons. The corner hotspot that was trendy and super exclusive last year suddenly loses its sex appeal, dies a slow and painful death hosting corporate holiday parties, and by next year will be replaced by another club under a new name. C’est la vie.
Europe is a magical place. From the history, to the people, to the culture, to the food, to the beauty and overall atmosphere, you feel this blanket of richness come over you as you walk the streets and take it all in…I do, at least. So a chance to go anywhere in Europe is always très exciting for me.
New York Fashion Week. It’s a time when the finest and brightest of the city come out to attend the hottest shows, restaurants in trendy neighboorhoods are noisy and packed with gorgeous people, celebrities pour in to be a part of the festivities, and everything is just bustling with an extra dose of excitement.
Anyone who knows me knows I’m obsessed with music and making mixes. Whether it’s a new playlist to reflect a mood or certain era in music, or a CD-mix for a friend to pop into their car stereo before a night out (who doesn’t miss those pre-Bluetooth days?), nothing brings me more joy than sorting, organizing, and putting together a music list for a certain occasion or moment of life.
Now more than ever, the Internet is flooded with people and brands subliminally telling you what to buy, wear, eat, and so much more. It’s not just celebrities selling you stuff anymore; now we have the influence of gorgeous fashion/beauty bloggers or super fit fitness dudes, who have made their lives and passions into walking advertisements, and make you feel like you need to spend money on the products they have/use in order to look or feel a certain way. Don’t get me wrong…it’s genius, and there are many influencers whose tips and product recommendations are actually very useful, so I don’t mean to knock anyone or sound bitter. But it’s also gotten pretty overwhelming…am I right?
We’ve all been there….one week we’re flowing with positive energy, loving everything about life, super optimistic about the future, and then suddenly, this nasty, ugly mood sets in like a black cloud. Your friends suck, your job is the worst, you’re going to end up a failure, and so on and so forth. Your general attitude completely shifts from happy and optimistic, to grumpy and negative. Sometimes it happens without warning, for no real reason at all. And sometimes, for us ladies especially, it happens around a certain time each month. I don’t mean to sound old-fashioned or anti-feminist by saying that, but PMS is real, and it doesn’t make you any less of a “modern woman” to admit it. Anyway, I digress…
Everyone goes to their local beaches and oceanside towns when summer rolls around, but I’ve noticed that going “down the shore” is a special term that stays reserved for people from New Jersey specifically. I was raised in Northern NJ and lived there well into my 20s until recently when I moved to NYC, so Jersey always holds a special place in my heart, and going down the shore is something I’ve been doing for years. My go-to spot for the past few years has been Pier Village in Long Branch, but when I had a chance to go to the town of Asbury Park for a quick mid-week getaway with friends, I was all for the adventure.