Archive for August, 2007

EDGE*nyNOHO

Posted by cher on August 10th, 2007




According to the website, “EDGE*nyNOHO is a unique venture developed to promote designs and concepts by fresh, cutting edge talent. A design mecca with the most innovative ideas to come out of New York, it is “THE” destination for individuals seeking creativity, individuality and exclusivity.”

It’s like a mini department store, with 65 designers all under one roof, where you can move easily from one to the next. Small cutout spaces in the walls provide designers with enough room for a stool and some racks or display units for the merchandise. The center of the store is filled with glass cases, showcasing the talents of the jewelry designers. One thing that I love about Edge – the designers just don’t hand over their products to the owner and peace out. They are there every day, personally selling their designs.

These up-and-coming designers have been featured in a plethora of magazines and reviews. One of my favorites there – Lois Eastlund – had one of her dresses featured on American Idol. Go to Edge if you’re tired of the same old namebrands – or if you were never into them to begin with. Since there’s so many designers in one space, prices range all over the board; some dresses are well into the hundreds of dollars, while one designer has gorgeous rings for $20. Every designer takes different methods of payment, so bring some options!

Check out their website for a full list of designers, store location, and hours.

Dear Elvis: I’m so sorry.

Posted by cher on August 10th, 2007

When I saw this commercial for the first time last weekend, I choked on my dinner. My mom was like, “Oh, I guess you hadn’t seen this yet?” Uhh, that would be no. I was horrified! Poor Elvis is rolling in his grave right now.
And by the way, if my husband was sitting around with a bunch of other guys playing instruments and singing about viagra, he wouldn’t have to worry about being impotent: there’s no way he’d be getting laid anyways.

New York, we have a problem.

Posted by cher on August 10th, 2007

“In New York, when the weather gets really, really appalling and everyone’s miserable, it makes me happy…It’s nice that everyone’s miserable together…You go in the subway and everyone just looks like they want to kill you, and that’s nice.”
~Anne Hathaway

Well, Anne’s right. I’ve discovered that the subway during the summer is a breeding ground for explosive tempers and outrageous outbursts. People are miserable and they have no problem taking it out on strangers around them. (I’m not so sure I agree with her about it being “nice,” though.)

This week topped the cake. Thanks to about 3 inches of rain in under an hour, the subways (and my apartment) were completely flooded. My roommates and I were stranded in our apartment, partly due to the fact that we were trying to get ahold of our super to clean up the mess, and partly because we had no idea how to get to work. The MTA website’s alert page was a joke: almost every single subway line was listed as not running. Metro North was down too. Then, reports started coming in about a tornado touching down in Brooklyn.

I watched the news in amazement. How the hell did I sleep through all this? I thought to myself. I finally finished cleaning up the water in my room and left for work around 10 am. I’d been walking around my apartment in my rain boots for obvious reasons. I decided to keep them on, not knowing what I’d discover outside. I stepped out of my building and thought, You’ve got to be kidding me. It was bright, sunny, hot as hell…and completely dry. If it weren’t for the water in my apartment, I would never have guessed it had rained.

I trudged down the block, feeling slightly ridiculous in my boots, as everyone else was wearing flip-flops. I took the crosstown bus like I do every morning without a problem. Usually, I hop on the 6 train once I get across town, but today, that was not an option. I decided my only option was to take a bus all the way from 86th to 34th. Once I stepped onto Lexington, however, I realized it was not going to be an easy feat.

Masses of people covered the sidewalk and spilled out into the street. I watched as a bus pulled up and the crowds clamored toward it, practically attacking it. The bus driver opened the front door and the back door to let people on. I watched people trip, push others, and get stuck in the doors as the driver tried to close them. Of course when I finally did get on a bus (note that I didn’t even bother to see which bus it was or where it was going) I was stuck standing next to a man whose armpit was directly in my face – and not smelling so fresh. In fact, he made me nauseous.

Then came the riot. Well, I don’t know if you can actually call it a riot, but it scared the shit out of me. About an hour into the ride, (oh yeah, did I mention it took me two hours to travel 52 blocks?) there was a commotion in the back of the bus. I heard a man yelling, a woman responding, then suddenly the entire back of the bus was in an uproar. People were yelling at the guy to shut up and calm down; the hysteria slowly made it’s way toward me in the front of the bus. I craned my neck, trying to spot the man who was still screaming and cursing, and watched as people whipped out their cell phones. A few yelled that they were going to call 911, others yelled for the bus driver to help. Oh shit, I thought. I’m going to die on a bus, in a heat wave, next to a really smelly guy, while I’m wearing rain boots in dry weather. This was not how I wanted to go out.

Needless to say, the bus driver ignored everyone and kept driving, and eventually the chaos subsided without anyone getting hurt. I never did figure out what the issue was to begin with. I got to work around noon, exhausted – it was the longest morning of my life. Now I’m anticipating “Round Two” (as Fox News is calling it) and whether we will have another “commuter paralysis” (again, courtesy of Fox News). We have another flash flood warning for tonight and tomorrow and everyone is wondering what morning will bring.