It’s a real pain in the ass to pin down personal style these days, when any given fashion blogger is out there watching and judging your every move. And though there will always be the indescribable ones, a handful of signature aesthetics stand out. The denim crowd. The t-shirt mob. The “bring-on-the-bling” posse. The...
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It’s no secret that I’m online all the time. Of course I am. I’ve been involved in some form of web publishing for the last three years, and my current editorial duties here at theavantguardian.org require me to be in touch with a staff spread out from Seoul to Tel Aviv, not to mention...
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Oh, summer. It’s a good time to love, a good time to fight, and a perfect time to look great in some swimwear. Here in New York you know summer has arrived once you start seeing the bikini-clad denizens sunbathing all over Central Park. Bikinis are the ultimate fancy: no one is attempting to...
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Friends — They are like air bubbles on water, hastening to flow together. History tells of Orestes and Pylades, Damon and Pythias, but why should not we put to shame those old reserved worthies by a community of such? Constantly, as it were through a remote skylight, I have glimpses of a serene friendship-land,...
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Apple pie is an integral part of the American psyche. During six years abroad as an expat, I eschewed toilet paper, running water, democracy, and even the English language, all without too much drama. But it was the memories of warm, gooey slices covered in melting vanilla ice cream that never stopped haunting my...
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If New York has played a definitive role in the evolution of art, so too has the artistic community transformed the city. In search for cheap studio space in one of the world’s most expensive metropolises, artists have historically flocked to Gotham’s most underdeveloped areas. Artists colonized the ghettos south of 14th Street in...
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The sea, the sea. An obsession with water might just flow through my veins as the descendant of Mediterranean seafarers. I was also born in Miami, so arms carried me into the ocean long before I even took my first steps, and some of my earliest memories are of architectural masterpieces I erected from...
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Here is no water but only rock Rock and no water and the sandy road The road winding above among the mountains Which are mountains of rock without water If there were water we should stop and drink Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think Sweat is dry and feet are in the...
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I have to admit, I’ve never been a big fan of watches. They’re expensive, break easily, get in the way when I type, and are constantly reminding me that I’m late. I have all of these fabulous, put-together girlfriends who wear ballet flats, blazers, and diamond studs. You know the type. They always seem...
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