I read recently that an aspiring writer would often re write entire excerpts written by his/her favorite writer.. I think this is very refreshing and at the same time very old. Very refreshing in the sense that I don't very much hear about anyone having that kind of passion about anything, much less writing.. Also very old in the sense that there was once a time when people were this passionate. 

I think it's beautiful and I think I'll give it a try. 

Why is it that stars were so effortlessly flawless in the 90's? 

I admire the sleek silhouettes, tight black tank tops, black cocktail dresses with no design, mid-length skirts, plaid flannels, the white crew neck Julia Roberts wears to a baseball game in "My Best Friends Wedding", the beautiful red dress Rachael Leigh cook wears to the party in "She's All That". Items of clothing that aren't anything special- not trendy or "fashionable" if hanging on a hanger. Not items that scream "glam", but when on the right person all the little details work together to make a beautiful memory. The way a cream crew neck adorns her collar bones and makes her gold necklace so much more beautiful, the way her fitted black dress hugs her body in all the right places without studs, mesh, lace or a cleavage plunge. 

Nowadays it's all body-con, bandage dress, glitter, etc. And once on a whole, designers get it right, but for the most part, the 90's concept had it right: a piece of clothing, outfit, ensemble or dress should not outshine the person wearing it, you shouldn't remember the way a woman looked uncomfortably girdled in an ill fitting glittery cream dress that disagreed with her skin-tone, or how her tousled up do looked so orchestrated .. You should remember how effortlessly cool and beautiful she looked wearing a black dress in contrast with her porcelain skin, how the dress was cut perfectly to show the most natural amount of cleavage, how beautiful a girl can look with her hair up, without anything over powering her. 

Can I just say how very tired I am of every article I come across that points out how unrealistic Sex & The City is? How Carrie would never be able to afford her wardrobe writing a sex column, how she would never be given a Vivenne Westwood gown for her wedding.. Hell, there's even a blog with the name "Carrie Bradshaw Lied". No shit. 

It is a work of fiction. It is a glamorized, glossy dream of what every girl would want in such a crazy city as New York. The endless possibilities: running into exes and their wives, being flown out to LA by Matthew McConaughey, having a friend with en ex who lends his multi millionaire Hamptons crib to her for the weekend, daily brunch, nightly bar hopping, endless occasions to shop for, parties to attend.. 

What I love the most about Carrie (and everyone else hates) is the fact that she isn't a bitchy lawyer or a high profile PR professional like Samantha. She speaks to all the aspiring writers, all the humble small-town-heart hopeless romantics. Not all of us wish to be celebrities, debutantes, feminists, political titans. 

A humble, fashionable apartment, steady, interesting job, one on and off love of your life, a sisterhood of 3, and a slew of dating, fashion, and social mistakes might be the American Dream for more girls than you'd think. 

So I'd like to say to all you heyterz: Carrie Bradshaw isn't real. Nothing about her is realistic. She is like Santa and The Tooth Fairy and if you want something realistic, you're better off watching the Discovery Channel or the depressing 10 o clock news. Grinches. 

How To Wear Jordans

1. Wear something to offset the urban factor.. pretty much make your outfit like an everyday outfit.. So when someone looks down at your shoes BAM! It's a surprise.  Also, having your girlfriend dress like she's in an indie band for the day helps.

2. Be a famous kid. If you're not a famous kid, have one. He can wear them however he wants. He will be cute until he grows up to be a hot Hollywood mess one day. 

3. Be a really sexually attractive white female. 

The trick to this is being white. Any hot black or Hispanic girl has been there, done that. Not special. Even white females that resemble Hispanics or white females that often dress urban don't count. You have to be like, white as it gets. And you can A) Be Kate Upton or B) Wear a push up bra and deep V-neck 

4. Look like you have a lot of money. Look like you have no clue that wearing Jordans is fashionable or that rappers wear them with jeans and white t-shirts and chains. You just got off your private jet. You're just going shopping and you want to wear comfortable shoes. Wear them with your Gucci sportscoat. 

Also, if you're the dad of a famous kid who wears Jordans and you also look like you have a lot of money, then you're probably the holy grail of Jordan wearers... Not. 

5. 

6. Be the kind of person that can do no wrong. Like, ever. 

A Martian Sends a Postcard Home

Caxtons are mechanical birds with many wings 
and some are treasured for their markings-- 

they cause the eyes to melt 
or the body to shriek without pain. 

I have never seen one fly, but 
sometimes they perch on the hand. 

Mist is when the sky is tired of flight 
and rests its soft machine on the ground: 

then the world is dim and bookish 
like engravings under tissue paper. 

Rain is when the earth is television. 
It has the properites of making colours darker. 

Model T is a room with the lock inside -- 
a key is turned to free the world 

for movement, so quick there is a film 
to watch for anything missed. 

But time is tied to the wrist 
or kept in a box, ticking with impatience. 

In homes, a haunted apparatus sleeps, 
that snores when you pick it up. 

If the ghost cries, they carry it 
to their lips and soothe it to sleep 

with sounds. And yet, they wake it up 
deliberately, by tickling with a finger. 

Only the young are allowed to suffer 
openly. Adults go to a punishment room 

with water but nothing to eat. 
They lock the door and suffer the noises 

alone. No one is exempt 
and everyone's pain has a different smell. 

At night, when all the colours die, 
they hide in pairs 

and read about themselves -- 
in colour, with their eyelids shut.

Nostalgic for garbage, desperate for time 

In the midst of life we are in death. -Episcopalians at the graveside

"Attack of the Five Foot Ten Woman"/ the only episode in which I don't see CB as the fabulous power woman she is. Even when she is cheated on, throwing rocks at windows, getting drunk and making out with every wrong guy in New York. She feels sorry for herself after she sees Big and Natasha's wedding column. Which brings me to the question.. Does a persons out-loud insecurities affect the way everyone else sees them? 

The other day I met a woman who has kept a journal for 10 years. I wish to do the same because when we're gone, all that we leave is our physical belongings, pictures and our words. Photos and physical belongings can convey only so much.