[THINGS IN HIS HOUSE THAT MAKE ME SAD] Weird, Random Foodstuffs In His Cabinets

There are many things in his apartment that make Anna Goldfarb from Shmitten Kitten sad (sometimes glad, but mostly sad). She's promised to tell us all about them (yay!).

Rooting through your cabinets is a total free-for-all: Nothing has a label on it. Rolled oats are in unmarked mason jars. Bags of lentils are piled on top of one another like Jabba the Hut's chin. Who knows where or how any of these foodstuffs were secured.

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BKLYN DESIGNS: An Ethnography

My attendance at BKLYN DESIGNS on Saturday with Erica was more along the lines of ethnographic study than retail therapy.

I was filled with lust for a surprisingly lot of the environmentally pure, reclaimed, locally-grown, and inventive furniture/stuff. 

True, it was all very aspirational since the chances of my actually having the disposable income to buy this faboo brass-inlaid, secret drawer side table for $2600 from design duo colleen & eric, are about as good as my flying off to a northstar in a rocket ship. But then again, a girl can dream...

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I Used To Get Yelled At For Doing Shit Like This: Ace Hotel Art Project

Remember when you'd try to do shit like write on the wall as a kid and then you'd get screamed at and grounded and then miss your best friend Jodi Levine's birthday party at the zoo? Oh wait...

So, yeah: The Ace Hotel in NYC, in their casual attempt to become the coolest, hippest, hipster mecca on the planet, had artist Kate Neckel come on by and draw all the fuck all over the walls in room 1208. She drew pics of people who worked at the hotel, and owls, and all sorts of shit you just *wish* you were cool enough to even understand. But you're not. So don't even try.

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[COOL SHIT] Uhuru's Homage to Coney Island

Typically, I wouldn't get in line to celebrate Coney Island. 

The carnival freaks, the hypodermic needles and used condoms that flow onto the beach during high tide, the trash cans overflowing with hot dog remnants and Big Gulp containers—today's Coney Island is not the Coney Island of yore.  "Coney Island Baby" my ass, there are less women toting parasols and more gangstas toting 9mms. 

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I Sincerely Hope Someone Buys Me This: White Castle Candle

Yes, I am totally fucking serious.

FUCK vanilla. FUCK cranberry, rosemary spice. FUCK EVERGREEN.

It's all about this White Castle candle.

(via Gizmodo)

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