J’adooore!!!! Gaultier exhibit

Two months ago I went with BFF Natasha to see ‘The Fashion World of Jean Paul Gaultier: From the Sidewalk to the Catwalk’ exhibit at the Brooklyn Museum. The genius and talent made me shiver; it almost made me sick to the stomach. I swear my heart beat faster than when I saw Matt Bomer/NealContinue reading “J’adooore!!!! Gaultier exhibit”

Mood of the day: Post Apocalypse shorties

There are a couple of things I learnt in the last two weeks: – the meaning of ‘polar vortex’,  a persistent, large-scale cyclone located near one or both of a planet’s geographical poles. Basically, an almost apocalyptic end of the world during which your brain seems to be freezing while walking and during which opening yourContinue reading “Mood of the day: Post Apocalypse shorties”

Christmas in Harlem

‘Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes How do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets In midnights, in cups of coffee In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes HowContinue reading “Christmas in Harlem”

Creative mama: Robin

As soon as Fall has arrived and until cherry blossom explodes on the streets of New York, I usually enter into my Feathers and (faux) Fur mood creatively. You might have already noticed this tendency from my last winter’s mood of the day posts. This year, I also have to be resourceful to fulfill myContinue reading “Creative mama: Robin”

Mood of the day: new old me

I finally made the big leap and by that, I don’t mean: – kicking out L back to his room when he crawls into our bed in the middle of the night and pull and pinch my breast as if it was a a ‘doudou’ (French for anything that calms the baby: teddy bear, securityContinue reading “Mood of the day: new old me”

My black son

‘I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character’   Martin Luther King Jr. Something that has been happening with G in the last few weeks got me thinking aboutContinue reading “My black son”

Thanksgiving and Martha Stewart

I have said it before; one of the traditions we eagerly adopted when we moved here is the celebration of Thanksgiving. There are no expectations of gifts or talking about God’s rebirth or an old man who prefers traveling the world to please kids rather than playing golf in Florida. To top it off, asContinue reading “Thanksgiving and Martha Stewart”

Love, God, the Knicks and (losing my) marbles

This is an unusual post because it is trying to skim through what has been a helluva two weeks. It feels as if I had been fleshed down to the bones. And as I am slowly putting back my (protective) layers one after the other, I cannot help but feel slightly at loss. I realizeContinue reading “Love, God, the Knicks and (losing my) marbles”

Little Miss Sunshine

She’s my person. If I murdered someone, she’s the person I’d call to help me drag the corpse across the living room floor. She’s my person.’ — Dr. Cristina Yang – Grey’s Anatomy I do realize that I have recently been a paranoid little prima donna but things will change very soon. Dear readers, youContinue reading “Little Miss Sunshine”