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“I’m looking for a tall man. 85 to 90 years old. Preferably a professional. Needs to have a good mood. But other than that I’m pretty open. If you know anybody, let me know.”

(Buenos Aires, Argentina)

“A few months ago, my friend drowned in a swimming pool while I was with him. We were just hanging out. I was cooking for us. Then I stepped away to take a phone call, and when I came back, he was face down at the bottom of the pool. I was only gone for a few minutes. I don’t even know what happened. He never told me that he couldn’t swim. I tried CPR and he was still alive when the ambulance came. I prayed so hard. I called everyone I knew and asked them to pray. I called prayer lines. Everyone prayed for him at church. I was hoping that everything would be OK and that this could just be part of my testimony. I was hoping I could say: ‘I dedicated my life to God, and here’s what happened.’ But my friend passed away. He’d actually been dead the entire time I was praying. And it’s been so confusing for me. Because right before this happened, I’d been feeling so close to God. I was volunteering at church. I was going to midweek services. I was reading books. I was giving more of my money. I was partying less. I was trying to stay positive, and be mindful, and use less bad words. And I felt so close to God. I’d have conversations with him while standing on the subway platform. But it’s been hard lately. It’s hard to read my Bible verses. I’m scared to ask for anything. I say ‘thank you’ when I wake up every morning, but anything beyond that is very difficult.”

“I’m writing in my journal. When I was in 11th grade, I had an English teacher named Ms. Lois Bricklin who required us to write in a journal every day. Then at the end of each marking period, we were supposed to turn in our journal. For the first two marking periods, I wrote all my entries right before the journal was due, and then backdated them. But for the third marking period, I actually made an effort to do it every day. By the fourth marking period, I was hooked. I haven’t missed a day in over 30 years. It’s like brushing my teeth. I turned 50 in January, so my latest entries have been very reflective. I’ve been questioning whether I’m living the life that I wanted to live.”

I love what Brazil based illustrator Raul Aguiar has done to the latest illustration trend that I wish would just die already, the boring, flat plains of minimalism. It is overplayed, with minimalist reboots of movie posters and book covers and blahblahblah coming out seemingly non-stop. We get it, Richard Amsel didn’t know what he was doing when he designed and painted the Raiders of the Lost Ark poster. From my perspective Raul has injected life, verve and texture to this lifeless fad. He doesn’t seem to be shouting “hey, look at how clever I am and I did it with a few clicks of the mouse and 2 colors!”, he just gets on with the business of creating digital images with a bit of fun.

Filed under: Illustrators

How brilliant are these Frida Kahlo earrings?

WGSN street shot, Los Angeles Fashion Week, spring/summer 2014

Les Beehive – Milan Fashion Week Day 5 – Philipp Plein RTW Spring 2014

dez palavras lindas: asa, mar, linhaça, plinto, pulo, sono, tiara, válvula, levedo e crise. uma combinação linda de palavras: meu grito lixa o céu seco. um poema lindo: consoada, do manuel bandeira. um tempo curto: dois dias. um tempo longo: alguns anos. pronto. nada cura a morte do andré.

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Girl power at its finest.

Se a pequena Rua Vupabussu, em Pinheiros, já era animada com a presença do melhor bar de cervejas de São Paulo (ou será do Brasil?), o Empório Alto de Pinheiros e a Pizzaria Bráz, ficou melhor com a chegada do Forquilha. Instalado na esquina das ruas Vupabussu e Nicolau Gagliardi, o Forquilha preza pelo cuidado com a cozinha – de acento italiano -, o uso do forno a lenha em diversos itens do menu e a boa seleção de vinhos.

Os sócio Guto Philippsen e Erik Praxedes deram preferência às receitas que remetem à infância de ambos (você encontrará pizza baseada na receita da avó de um deles, por exemplo) e contratam o chef Bruce Le Greco para executá-las e, obviamente, criar novas.

Enquanto você estiver conversando e tomando alguns dos seis rótulos da Enomatic instalada no canto da casa, ou optar por algumas das 60 sugestões em garrafa, prove a gostosa Carta, massa de pizza finíssima, em formato triangular, coberta por queijo stracchino, presunto di Parma e redução de aceto balsâmico (R$ 31). Os Bolinhos de arroz ao perfume de limão siciliano (R$ 19, 6 unidades) também fizeram bonito: sequinhos e com toque cítrico bem presente.

Se você nunca deixou de curtir brincar com a comida, o Tartar Forquilha (R$ 35) vai te entreter. Boa carne crua picada e levemente temperada; ao lado, salsão, cebola roxa, azeitonas e tomates, todos picadinhos, prontos para o cliente misturar como quiser. Ah, sim, além da porção de polentinha fina e crocante. Para quem desejar algo mais encorpado, recomendo o Sanduíche de porchetta caseira com vinagrete e rúcula (R$ 25): pão leve, carne suculenta e tamanho que mata uma fome GG.

Mas, olha, o que me ganhou foi o Parmegiana de mignon, não tanto por ser de mignon – porque, na real, acho outros cortes bem mais saborosos-, mas pela execução: dois bifes finos com empanado crocante, bom molho de tomate e queijo na quantidade ideal, torradinho dos lados. Acompanhando, arroz branco e a melhor batata chips de todos os tempos (R$ 39; versão de berinjela, R$ 35). Sério, rolaria comer uma travessa cheia dela. Para quem dispensa a cobertura, tem Milanesa de mignon (R$39) ou frango (R$ 34) com purê e salada.

Entre os pratos de massa, o Nhoque Dona Mercedes (molho de tomate, mussarela e linguiça moída, coberto por farelos de pão crocantes, R$ 35) poderia ser um pouco mais leve e a Lasanha Mamadi (feita no forno a lenha, leva massa artesanal, mussarela, presunto, provolone, parmesão e molho de tomate , R$ 36) trouxe pouca presença do provolone e molho ralo. Mas a receita já foi alterada – só não deu tempo de provar a nova versão. Quem for ao Forquilha me diz como ficou, tá?

Próxima vez já sei o que vou pedir:  Pizzeta de tomatinhos, abóbora, abobrinha, ricota e pinoli (R$ 31) e Aubergina (Berinjela mussarela de búfala, tomate fresco e rúcula, R$ 23). E, claro, finalizar novamente com a tesudíssima Tigelada de Goiabada. Servida direto de uma grande travessa, a beleza une fatias de pão de ló alternadas com creme de queijo (cream cheese e mascarpone) e goiabada cremosa, coroada por castanhas de cajú (R$ 19). De comer gemendo e agradecer aos céus pela existência da goiabada.

Um ponto a ser acertado é o bar: ainda fraco na execução e criação de drinques.

Forquilha: Rua Vupabussu, 347, Pinheiros, tel.: (11) 2371-7981

“Fashion killed rock and roll. Fashion killed contemporary art, and turned it vulgar. And if hip-hop artists are not careful it will also kill hip hop.”

- A.P.C.’s Jean Touitou on collaborating with Kanye West

It’s disturbingly fitting that I should share a dinner recipe with you on this fine little Monday.

Because last night… I ate ice cream for dinner.

But it’s summer! So it’s okay.

And yes. I DID grill some salmon and covered it in bacon. How wrong is that? I mean, how right is that? Don’t fear, due to prior experience, I knew it would work.

The thing is that I tend to go through salmon lulls. If you’re no stranger to this place on the web where I talk about food to my invisible internet friends, then you know that I have about a billion and one salmon recipes. Or you know, like twelve. Same thing. I say this every time. The point is that I’ve covered it in a dijon cream, broiled it with brown sugar and made a toasted sesame version and occasionally when I buy salmon? I have NO idea how to prepare it. Still. It’s like my brain is wiped clean and I’m starting from scratch. I find myself covering it in my favorite BBQ sauce and calling it a day.

Then there are other days when I can’t get my hands on a filet fast enough (like this one a few weeks ago? hello copper river salmon) because I’m dying to cover it in a mix of maple syrup and mustard and then top it with bacon. It just feels inappropriate. But it tastes so good.

Since we are all about grilling everything this summer, that salmon filet found itself directly on the grill just in time for dinner. I’ve also decided that grilling the fish is my perfect solution for when I buy salmon with the skin on. I’ve tried to cut it off myself and due to my horrifically embarrassing knife skills (or lack there of) I end up destroying the entire piece of fish. WAH. I often broil my salmon skin-side down, but this is even easier. Freaking.love.it. when my life is made easy and I get to eat the results.

I feel like there has been a severe shortage of bacon in my life lately and for no fault other than my own. Our fridge has been so jam-packed that I actually sort of… lost the bacon. And then I got too lazy to find it and the worst thing on Earth to me was digging through that fridge and then I ended up buying two extra pounds of bacon when I couldn’t find any and and and… ugh. Now I have a lot of bacon. This was pointed out to me last week my husband made me a BLT. Which, um, hi – is huge. He made me something that is not chicken or steak and did so all on his own. It was even his idea!

He’s learning.

This is so right.

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©2012 How Sweet It Is

hellolittledaisy:

in november 1957, shortly before her marriage to mickey hargitay, jayne mansfield bought a 40-room mediterranean-style mansion formerly owned by rudy vallée at 10100 sunset boulevard in holmby hills, los angeles. much of the investment to buy the house came from the $81,340 ($664,887 in 2013 dollars) she inherited from her maternal grandfather elmer palmer. mansfield had the house painted pink, with cupids surrounded by pink fluorescent lights, pink furs in the bathrooms, a pink heart-shaped bathtub, and a fountain spurting pink champagne, and then dubbed it the pink palace. hargitay, a plumber and carpenter before getting into bodybuilding, built a pink heart-shaped swimming pool. mansfield decorated the pink palace by writing to furniture and building suppliers requesting free samples. she received over $150,000 ($1,226,126 in 2013 dollars) in free merchandise, paying only $76,000 ($621,237 in 2013 dollars) for the mansion itself. it was still a large sum, when the average cost of a house at the time was under $7,500 ($61,306 in 2013 dollars).

#dreamlife

Erin O’Connor in John Galliano for Christian Dior haute couture spring/summer 2004. The Sphinx line.

happy 4th of July! This is what we’re doing today.

And below is what we’re using. I KNOW.

Three ingredients. Well, four if you want to turn this slightly pink and pretty. I used one tiny drop of neon food coloring. I find that to be a success, considering I want to cover my entire life in neon pink, sparkly crap and and iridescent glitter. I really held back.

Okay.

So my mom has been making this old school fruit dip nearly every holiday for prooooobably close to twenty years. People go nuts for it.

Are these the most natural ingredients? No. Of course not. But they straight up taste like 1995. Real whipped cream (like whipped-it-yourself) just does not hold up outdoors at an all-day party. Heck, it doesn’t hold up all day indoors at room temperature. A mixture of toasted coconut and sugar just doesn’t give the same flavor as that little instant pudding packet. What I’m trying to say is that you NEED all the hydrogenated this and artificial that in this dip.

It’s what makes it.

And I’m not even going to tell you how much of this I ate straight out of that bowl with a spoon.

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©2012 How Sweet It Is

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