ERIN WASSON: RULES OF COOL
Dries Van Notes Spring 2014 RTW
Chung. With her look and a name like that, it was inevitable that she would become the icon of the century. Since day one, I have been a huge fan of her innocent persona and humorous attitude. Her success has been uncanny, and from watching numerous interviews, I find her confidence to be one of her most commendable attributes. She is just one of the young British “it girls” that have taken the scene in Manhattan and made such mark in the creative industry; whether it be fashion, photography or even writing. Her recent book, entitled “It”, was a page-turner to say the least. A short read, it only took me two days to finish…and also helped me burn some serious cals! (I sat on the bike and literally could not put it down.) Alexa touches on each of her fashion inspirations from the past, from the Spice Girls to Jeremy Irons. I recommend this book to absolutely anyone searching for a light read, full of material and stimulation. All in all, Alexa absolutely rocks and I yearn for the day I pass her on Houston; my dream question to her? Probably if I could borrow one of her fantastic leather jackets…selfish but true :0
This past January I had the fortunate opportunity to vacation with the rents to our favorite place in the world..Tortola. Two weeks of sun and relaxation was desperately needed, and after a few rum punches it seemed all our troubles vanished!
Once again, I took a completely unacceptable hiatus from writing. I definitely suffered from it as well; I felt like my creativity and brain waves were just not in sync (if that makes any sense). Basically, I was plagued with a brutal virus for a few months and as a result my brain turned into mush. But fear not! I am back and have so far taken on 2014 as “The Year of the Yes” (fantastic motto coined by my best friend at the start of the year). One of my many goals is to encompass a more open-minded personality, and keep my options open to less conventional experiences. I do not mean to say that I am going to over-extend myself by always agreeing to plans. In the past, I have done that and always end up disappointing. But falling into cycles here in Manhattan is easy; same restaurants, same coffee shop, same museum, same flea markets, same ol’! Despite my absolute loyalty to Upright Brewhouse and Buvette brunches, I am going to look past Grove Street and try out some new delicacies. It is a little resolution, but who knows…may lead to being more open-minded in other respects. A few of my proud “year of the yes” moments are shown below…took a trip to Chinatown to celebrate the year of the horse, and went to both the Guggenheim and PS1 Contemporary Art Center alone and studied some great pieces. Embracing individuality and personal choices is on my endless list as well!
Every so often, a hint of Parisian nostalgia creeps up on me without any type of warning. After an incredibly busy yet enjoyable week here in the city, as yesterday approached with the crisp weather I knew the feeling was coming. I sat on my balcony-esque fire escape with a glass of red and watched the most ecstatic sunset of all time while browsing through old photos. Everyone misses abroad no matter what city they are visiting, but for some reason Paris to me felt like my second home. I recall by the third day in the apartment on Rue Ste. Anne I felt a connection with the city. Between the architecture and gardens off of every boulevard, there really is no place that compares. The only way to subside my sadness is by formulating a way to bring Paris to me. Meaning, I have Alexandra cafe, a small French bistro on the corner where you can order un espresso and have a cigarette on the porch, as well as dressing up for class as I did there, instead of throwing on simple sweats. Despite those little changes helping me feel better, I do hope to get there again sooner rather than later!
Immediately when someone says the word “graffiti” there is always a negative connotation slyly attached. Though the form of street art can definitely get out of control in particular situations and display controversial remarks, it is such a fascinating underground culture of art. Take my favorite artist, for example, Banksy. Originally from the UK, the internationally-known artist has thrown governments for a loop with his vandalism that takes place at ungodly hours. For the month of October, Banksy is right here in my city! He has planned a month long exhibition throughout New York, and I have fortunately made it to every piece (except one in Bushwick) thus far. The most interesting part is that in order to enhance the enjoyment of both the chase and artwork, an audio guide is provided via cell phone. There is a phone number next to each painting, and the viewer can call the number toll-free to get the full effect! He gets better and better everytime. Here are the pictures I’ve shot so far on my Banksy chase. (again, the Bushwick photo is not mine, but wanted to add it for viewers to see)
Tuesday night was one like no other. I had the amazing opportunity to attend the Bastille concert at Bowery Ballroom on Delancey. I don’t think I could have been living more in the “moment” if I tried; so a positive is that I am adhering to my new October resolutions. The British band took the stage with such vigor, and had the attention of every single person encapsulated in the ballroom. Dan performed an incredible version of Rhythm of the Night, originally by DeBarge…hadn’t heard the song in years! My friend and I attempted to meet the band after, but our time limit to wait was nearly 20 minutes before getting too antsy. We opted to leave our phone number on a dollar bill, written in eyeliner and passed it to their band manager…or who we assumed was, simply because of his British accent. Here are some pictures from the memorable evening- awful resolution due to my constant dance moves.. video to come!
These are just a few of my favorite looks from Paris Fashion Week thus far. Street style has such an amazing way of inspiring others, even the designers. In so many cases it seems as if the everyday looks hit the runway a year later. (All photos via Face Hunter, The Sartorialist and elsewhere)
Sundays, as for most people, tend to be my day of rest. I usually stroll out of bed around 10, head to Upright for a cup of joe and return right back to my apartment for some well-deserved (sort of) writing, reading and cleaning. But because my weekend was filled with nothing but R&R out east, I forced myself out of bed at 9 and hit up soul cycle. As I write, I’m currently in the prone position on my couch; both pumped from the energy that intoxicates the class, along with anxieties about how sore I’m going to feel upon waking up tomorrow. Really trying to get my butt in shape this month! Well, starting with today. Anyways, I wanted to share some photos of what makes my apartment me, and why I can’t imagine ever leaving this lovely hole in the wall on Charles. From using a ceramic elephant as a side table, and rose wine bottles as apartment decor, there is definitely an eclectic mix that sort of defines me perfectly. I do have to say though, I’m in desperate need of some sort of shoe rack, because currently mine are sprawled across the floor, looking like a warehouse sale gone awry.