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Sunday, March 21, 2010

picnic in Central Park!

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

lola's 4th birthday/st. patricks day

Wednesday, February 24, 2010


We should all start to live before we get too old.

Fear is stupid. So are regrets. -Marilyn Monroe 


Saturday, February 20, 2010

Coterie trade show

Worked the Coterie fashion trade show this weekend with Jenny at the Javits center. It was awesome getting to meet the designers and buyers from all over the world and getting to see the picks for next season ahead of time. Everyone from Desigual to Free People to Seven Jeans was there as well as international brands - I met a lot of people from Italy, Japan, Turkey, Argentina and France. The highlight was meeting an editor from Vogue in Milan and trying to communicate in my pitiful broken Italian. :) Overall, it was a pretty cool event to work. 

Sunday, February 14, 2010

¡vamos al museo barrio!

I was really impressed by el Museo Barrio located at 104th and 5th Ave, on edge of Spanish harlem. It was a mandatory trip for my Spanish class and it really proved to be more than worthwhile. There were some very impressive pieces with rich and intense stories behind them. Some favorites include Alice Neel, Frida Kahlo, Diego Rivera, Joaquín Torres García, Lola Álvarez Bravo, Manuel Álvarez Bravo, David Alfaro Siquieros. El Museo Barrio reopened in October 2009. It had originally been created as an educational and cultural institution for Spanish American children to discover and learn about their background using Caribbean and Latin American art. Today, no matter what your background or ethnicity, the museum offers a piece of New York history that should not be missed. 
El suicidio de Dorothy Hale - by Frida Kahlo
Dorothy Hale was a Ziegfeld showgirl turned actress and Manhattan socialite, joining the artistic circle in New York when she married Gardiner Hale, a mural artist. After her husband died in a car accident, she was no longer able to afford her high society lifestyle. On October 21, she threw a going away party at her apartment in the Hampshire House. After the guests left, she took the plunge. Frida Kahlo was asked by Dorothy's friend Clare Booth Luce to create a painting for Hale's mother (which Hale's mother vehemently rejected, outraged by how Frida depicted her daughter). "I could not have requested such a gory picture of my worst enemy, much less of my unfortunate friend," patron Luce's horrified responded. 

On the bottom, Frida writes the facts: "In the city oft New York on the 21st day of the month of October, 1938, at six o'clock in the morning, Mrs. Dorothy Hale committed suicide by throwing herself out of a very high window of the Hampshire House building. In her memory [words apparently painted out] this 'retablo,' executed by Frida Kahlo." 

14th Street - Joaquin Torres Garcia
My favorite collection was the works of Alice Neel and Carlos Enriquez. Alice Neel, from a middle class family in Pennsylvania, met Enriquez, son of a prominent Cuban family, at the Pennsylvania Academy of Art in 1924. She became entranced my his culture, rejecting all things American. The couple were married within two years. Their art reflects their happy times together and darkest. After their first child died, Neel became depressed. However, the saddest story is that of Isabetta. After they had a second child, Isabetta, the couple split in 1930. Enriquez returned to Cuba with their daughter, and both were never to be seen or heard from again. Neel fell into a dark period that would continue for the rest of her life, as reflected in her paintings. Her most haunting pictures are of her daughter - Isabetta - depicted as a creepy, dark, almost satanic child in all of her paintings.
Neel moved to Spanish Harlem in 1938 to flee the competitive art colony in Greenwich Village. Her art continued to be influenced by her relationship with Enriquez for her entire life. 

Saturday, December 19, 2009

resuming my former life

OOO the readjustment period. I thought it would be easier than it is. I really miss Florence. Don't get me wrong, I missed my  all my friends and New York City is my love, but I just wish I could somehow have it both ways. On Friday night when I got home, my mom pulled out ice cream from the fridge and asked me if i wanted some. I looked at it and I realized then that my the gelaterias I adored were gone from my life in an instant. I'll never look at American Ice cream the same way again. I guess there's always Grom? ...Not the same. On Saturday night,  I met up with my friends that I missed so much this past semester in New York City. Taking the train in from New Jersey into the city was a surreal experience. As soon as I got onboard, it hit me that I was home. All the faces were no longer European. All the voices on the train were no longer in Italian. I could understand everyone's conversations. The reverse culture shock began. Getting off the train in Penn Station, was crazy! I felt like I was suddenly transported into a new land. It was so shocking to suddenly be amongst people rushing around in a frenzy, see fast food places everywhere, watch crazy people fighting in the middle of the station. I can't believe I had forgotten what it was like. 
That night, Fred was really cute and cooked me a welcome back dinner that was both so good and so thoughtful. Chianti to remind me of 'home'; salad with goat cheese, walnut, pear and warm balsamic vinagrette; chicken in a bearnaise sauce. Both dishes were really yummy and rich. I loved it. It was really impressive and it reminded me of the food I ate in Paris. Afterword, we went Jenny's holiday party. It was so cool and weird and exciting seeing people for the first time in months...!



On Tuesday, my mom and I took my grandparents to Lombardi's for lunch. I was not looking forward to eating my first pizza since being back from Italy. Sure enough, it was a disheartening experience. The waiter was not a cute Italian man, but some young dude with a strong Southern slur. I was so used to ordering food in Italian and I was so tempted to! I wanted to say Voglio una pizza grande con mozzarella di bufula e rucola but I highly doubted that it would go over.... So I ordered it in English and much to my disbelief, horror, shock, dismay....the restaurant did not have ARUGULA. WHAT?! a pizza place...not having arugula? Non ho capito... Lunch left me upset. Not because of the lack of herbs, but because it really hit me. I was officially living back in the U S of A and even if I return to Italy someday, it won't be the same. Sure, the pizza will be just as good but my friends I made, who became like family, won't be there on Via Ricasoli... .it would probably be just a short vacation...not a semester with ample time to explore...and blog. Sigh. Sometimes I think about it and feel like it never really happenend... like it was all a dream.


nyu sent us this overly dramatic email about post study abroad depression:



 Here are some signs that you may be experiencing some reverse culture shock:
·         “Reverse homesickness.”  This happens when students deeply miss their abroad friends, international host families, and the city where they lived during the study abroad experience.
·         “Relationships have changed.”  When students return home, they may experience a change in the relationships that they had with their family and/or friends. Many students expect that everything will be exactly the same when they return home, neglecting that much can change in six months.
·         “You can’t explain.”  Some friends and family will be extremely open to hearing stories and seeing pictures, yet students returning from abroad often find it frustratingly difficult to put their experience into words, especially if the friends and/or family members in question have not traveled much.
·         “People misunderstand.”  Accidentally using a foreign language, wearing a new hairstyle or new clothing, etc. may be seen as showing off, whereas to the returning student, these behaviors are completely normal.
·         “Feelings of alienation.”  When students return from abroad, many develop new dislikes for aspects of their home country. Many students become hypercritical and constantly reminisce about how things in their study abroad site were much better than they are in this country.
·         “Boredom.”  Students return from a semester of adventure and excitement, where each day brought a new challenge and learning opportunity. Many students return to their “old routine” with their family and friends and are disillusioned with how uninteresting life can feel in their home country.

Friday, December 11, 2009

i've been home for 4.5 hours now...


i miss it already.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

L'ultimo giorno in Italia

Today I...


1) woke up in a sweat. I thought I missed my flight!
2) conversed with the butcher and the cheese man in Italian at Mercato Centrale. 
3) bought more presents at the San Lorenzo markets!
4) took the Italian final exam and said goodbye to La Pietra
5) waited for the 25 bus that never came. Appropriate.
6) raced Josie up the stairs of Piazza Michelangelo as we counted them in Italian!



I lucked out with my roommates, Jo & Rosalia --- two of the sweetest girls at NYU. 

7) Golden View Bar and Le volpe e l'uva Wine Bars with Kayla and Arielle!

8) last dinner with the Ricasoli Fam ♥ at Dante...where I dozed off for a little bit...too much Chianti at that point
9) visited Hemingway's Chocolate Shop


flourless chocolate cake


10) said goodbye to the Duomo. Ho piangato. Abbiamo piangato



A presto Firenze. 
Back to the city that does not siesta...In fact, it never sleeps.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Tis the season...

The German Christmas Markets in Piazza Santa Croce
hot mulled wine, sausage, goulash, beer, trdlo, crepes, chocolate apples, bananas, strawberries.. a Finnish stand, an Irish stand, a Confederate American stand selling Classic American Oldies? ...the most difficult part was identifying what language to speak.









Now that I have wasted a sufficient amount of time blogging I think I will go study for my Politics exam and Italian Oral domani... Il mio semestre a Firenze era ricompensava. Sto inamorato con Firenze. Con ogni giorno, sono diventata più impressionato con la città. Mi piacheva fare la spesa al Mercato Centrale. È molto divertente. Ho amato l'area intorno a Piazzale Michaelangelo ed intorno a Santo Spirito. I piccoli negozi ed i caffè sono molto unici ed adorabile. Mi piace i negozi vintage attraverso l'arno. Il mio cibo preferito era...

Monday, December 7, 2009

Osteria delle Tre Panche

Osteria delle Tre Panche (Via A Pacinotti, 32/R) Osteria Three Benches..and it is indeed. There are three tables in a very small room.  You feel  instantaneously at the home of an Italian nonna when you enter the small dimly lit dining room.  The aroma of white truffles and meatballs sizzling in garlic and oil consumes the air. Soon after sitting, we were given a complimentary antipasto of two small toasts with a pate of tomatoes. For my meal, I ordered maccheroni alla rustica and it was hands down,  one of the most amazing meals I have had in Florence. 





Sunday, December 6, 2009

why are my last 5 days in Italy finals time?


Saturday, December 5, 2009

The Aftermath: we shopped too much.

someone get us out of italy. Euros + shopaholism is not a good mix


jo & i wearing our new shizzzz.

Last Saturday in Florence = shopping time


h&m :)




A Lavender Shop! 
Not just soaps but lavender cookies, breadsticks, pasta, honey...

Our First time at I Fratellini! 
The Mamoun's of Florence: €3.50 for any sandwich and a glass of Chianti!



bra travel cases? "travel in style, arrive in form"


mercato centrale