“You have to pace yourself,” Gen Art Founder Ian Gerard says to the audience before the film opening of the festival. This is the 12th Annual Gen Art Film Festival and he’s speaking of the 7 films and 7 after parties to come in this one week stretch of films. As I look around at the audience, I know that some festival-goers will heed his advice, while others pretend not to hear and foolishly ignore sleep. 7 films and 7 parties??? - a wet dream for the hip, in-the-know crowds who support this organization for emerging arts and entertainment figures.
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The hotel’s plush sitting nooks begged for socialite gossip. The lobby filled with whispers and left-right kiss salutations. The crowd was obviously heavy with anticipation for 2005 International Designer of the Year, Jamil Khansa’s, reveal. Men sporting fur coats over pressed tuxedos brandished their portfolios and dignitaries were greeted with acknowledging nods as models fitted in couture gowns scattered backstage. International Couture Fashion week brought the usual fashion dichotomy of diplomats and divas together at the Waldorf-Astoria hotel in February.
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New York is a place with so much going on and so many choices that sometimes it’s easy to feel like you don’t quite know where you belong. Yet people still find themselves trying to fit their life into a cookie-cutter lifestyle, never to venture out of it.

How fucking boring.

Sure, it’s easier to stay in my comfort zone, especially if, like me, you feel great in your own skin and know what you like. But sometimes everyone needs a little touch of color in their lives… I just happened to get mine with a sassy pair of sneakers on the side.
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In downtown SoHo, you can walk along Prince and Spring Street on a beautiful day and spend hours shopping without stepping a foot inside a doorway. No need to take your attention from the streets, from east-side to west-side and all the in-between you’ll find yourself amongst a sea of beads, fake gold, plastic sunglasses, bohemian rags passed off as clothing, and bangles, bangles, bangles. To an outsider, it may seem like a huge treasure chest of the best affordable jewelry in the country - nothing you could find in Nowhere City, Alabama. And you tourists can shop while still taking snapshots of beautiful cobblestone streets and those crazy New Yorkers. I mean, what tourist wouldn’t love that?

Check your detox plans at the door because once you step out onto this roof top, the drinks start flowing. Besides the fact that the cocktail girls are just about the sweetest people you’ll meet, the cocktails themselves are to die for. Key Lime Martini?? YES PLEASE. And don’t even get me started on the fact that AVA has thee best Mojitos around. You can try to argue with me like fellow Glamourite, Katie…but you’ll be wrong. Dead wrong. I have been all over Manhattan trying to find a Mojito that will make me forget I’m on an island with 8-9 million people and beam me to an island such as Cuba, the hometown of the famous Mojito.

As much as I love working with words, there comes a time when the right side of the brain—that quirky, creative, imaginative, artistic, deliciously un-logical hemisphere—needs a roll in the hay. We’re talkin’ some major stimulation. So I’m taking a drawing class at the School of Visual Arts, where, for three hours every Tuesday night, I sit in a cavernous studio with graffiti-covered walls and draw. Well, sketch, really, from a live model (which I’ve decided I definitely want to be one of these days, but that’s another story).