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Wednesday, 28 October 2009

Gail Collins: "The Revolution Will Be Achieved When No One Has To Do The Ironing"

from nytimes.com


New York Timescolumnist Gail Collins—the paper's first female editorial page editor—has written a chronicle of the last 40 years of Americanwomen's historyWhen Everything Changed: The Amazing Journey of American Women from 1960 to the Present.
She spoke to me from a hotel room in Philadelphia, where she was in the midst of her book tour. We discussed everything from ironing to why only 17 percent of U.S. Senators and Representatives are female.
Hi, Gail. Is this still a good time?
It's a great time. Let me just go turn off the oven.
[A minute later]
Did I say oven? I meant iron.
I was confused as to why you had an oven in your hotel room. But that actually reminds me of something I wanted to ask you—in a recent interview with Forbes, you said you didn't know any men who ironed.
I'm sure this has something to do with being in New York and class—men send their shirts out, unless their wives iron them for them.
My boyfriend usually sends his shirts out, but I did recently show him how to iron.
That is something my husband would never let me teach him, under the theory that someone is imprisoned by doing ironing—the revolution will be achieved when no one has to do ironing. Yet here I am ironing a shirt.
Maybe the revolution will be achieved when we can wear wrinkled shirts.
Maybe!
Anyway. In your book, in the section on the '60s, you write about two books,The Feminine Mystique and Sex and the Single Girl, that both had a major impact on women's consciousness. I wonder if it would be possible for a single book to make such an impact today.
Both of those books were partly the huge things that they were because they just caught a moment. Especially Sex and the Single Girl—she caught that exact moment and expressed it in a really dramatic way. It's harder to do that now because once a thought gets out there gets devoured so much faster, by so many.
Is that why there hasn't been a clear successor to Betty Friedan, Gloria Steinem and these other big names of the feminist movement?
No, it's the same reason there's not a clear successor to Martin Luther King. There are these crystal moments in history when something that's so obviously wrong gets tackled in the context of a society that's ready to hear it, and it happens very fast and it's very dramatic. Everyone who's part of it remembers it for the rest of their lives.
What was your mother like?
She wanted to be a journalist. She left college after her first year to work for the war effort.
Was she supportive of your career choices?
Yes. My parents were the kind of parents who would say, "Look at that, what a good sentence!" They were just wildly supportive, and not in a terrifying or bad way. It was very easy to feel wildly empowered.
Did you encounter discrimination?
The truth is I didn't. I came in at just the exact second when the windows were all thrown open by women who were like three seconds older than I was. They did all the suffering, the filing of the suits, the protests, the challenging of employers. I got all the benefits. I stand completely on their shoulders.
Did they ever feel any resentment toward you and the women of your generation—since like you said, you were born at that exact moment three seconds after them when things got a lot easier?
They never felt any resentment at the women who got to do the things. They felt resentment at the people who didn't let them do the things they wanted to do. They were a very generous group of women who celebrated all the good things that happened to all the women in their fields.
Do you think women are willing to mentor young women in journalism?
To the degree that people have time to mentor anybody. It's way way better than when I was starting out. Mentoring was not heard of. Early on, I remember we had a meeting of women. This was at one of the tabloids. A woman said that she would go in and say to her editor, "I want to know what I'm doing wrong." And he would never say anything. Finally, he said, "You're about where we thought you'd be at this point." I think guys were more comfortable with each other back then. My particular profession was not known for its mentoring. Now I think people are dying to mentor, but they're overworked. There's not enough time.
Did you read Joanne Lipman's op-ed in the Times on Sunday? She claims that in her entire career, a woman never asked her for a raise or a promotion.
I was only an editor for five years but that was not my experience. I just had lunch the other day with a young woman who used to be one of my researchers. She now has a really good job in the outside world, and she appears to ask for a raise on a weekly basis. It did used to certainly be true that women were not as good as men at asking for stuff. You did run into women who wanted their bosses to offer them promotions because it would be a validation. It was not a validation if they just demanded it. I really think that period is behind us. Then again, because of the economy, nobody is asking for raises now. They're just hoping they won't be noticed.
You don't get to the '80s until almost 300 pages into the book, and then you only spend 100 pages talking about the '80s to the present. Why did you decide to pay more attention to the '60s and '70s?
The '60s I thought were really important. I really wanted to go back and try to drench the reader in what it was like. Even people who were there don't actually remember what it was like. They just tend to gloss over it. It's not that everyone was suffering—women thought they were doing very well. But they weren't comparing themselves to the guys. They were compared to other women or their mothers. The change part happened so wicked fast, it's sort of amazing. That period from '64 to '72, '73. It was less than a decade, but all this stuff was legally changed. It was one law after another. Suddenly women's applications to law school and medical school shot up. The actual change in the mindset of the country happened really really fast. After that it's a story about how you digest all that and what you do with it, like what to do with kids. I just love the fact that the very second the women started to postpone marriage until later you start getting all these stories in the media that they've waited too long! The famous Valentine's Day story [the original is no longer online].
You were the first female editorial page editor at The New York Times. I was looking at the paper's masthead and there are still only seven women on the masthead, out of 25 people total. And in your book you mention the writer Laura Sessions Stepp, who decided not to become an editor and stay a writer at The Washington Post. Why is it still so difficult for women to advance to the top in journalism?
I think there's a bunch of things. Ideally you want to move forward into an industry where there's lots of room to grow, and this is a shrinking industry. There are not as many opportunities as you might have in another industry. But every single question goes back to the question of family-work tensions. There are a lot of issues, of course, but that is the big huge marker. I think that laps over into everything. There are still less than 20 percent women in the House and the Senate. There are corporate glass ceilings. Why aren't there more women partners in law firms? I'm sure part of it is discrimination lingering. But tons of it to me is the question of work-family tensions.
How can that be remedied?
When I was in college, we all thought there was going to be a revolution. Afterwards, I don't think I was surprised that we didn't have one, but in college—and I wasn't a big huge feminist at the time—if you had told me that jobs wouldn't be automatically structured to take in family issues, that guys wouldn't as often as women take two years off to take care of their families, that there would be no national access to quality childcare at every age—it never occurred to me that those things weren't going to be taken care of. And they're not.
Are things better in other countries that have better family leave policies and childcare?
I'm not a person who gets all bent out of shape about Sweden. Sweden's a lovely country but we're never going to be Sweden. Russell Shorto did a piece on Italy and Greece and Spain and their incredibly low birth rates. These are countries in which women are expected to work, but men maintain their old patriarchal values. That's the recipe for a zero birthrate. Then there are other countries in which guys are incredibly helpful and even then if there are no social supports then women have more children. Then there are places where there are social supports and the guys are helpful, like France. We're a mixture of all those things. Russell thought our companies were more flexible than companies in other countries. Clearly guys here, for whatever their failure to live up to 50-50 thing, especially when it comes to childcare, they're still shouldering quite a bit of the load. Still, it's always the women who seem to be the final person in charge. When somebody's sick, and people have big meetings, who stays home with the kid? Who keeps track of the birthday parties? Who keeps minimum quality cleanliness standards? All that stuff tends to be women.
You mention a Times article from last year by Lisa Belkin, where she wrote about households that split the chores 50-50, and how difficult that was.
It's really hard. Half of the world believes it's because guys genuinely do not have as high a standard about making sure you get invited to dinner every once in awhile, or having matching socks. It's possible that guys, if they don't care, then it's very hard to impose those standards. Others argue that this is all a plot and the guys are just waiting out the women. I would go for 50-50. Clearly guys enjoy the higher standards—they just don't want to be in charge of them.
Right now, 76 out of 435 House members, or 17 percent, are women, and it's the same percentage in the Senate. You also mention a statistic about female law firm partners—in 2005 it was also at 17 percent. Why are we still stuck at around 20 percent?
It's a mixture of things. Certainly the work-child tensions is an issue. It's also reapportionment. Once they figured out how to reapportion districts by computer to protect all the incumbent, it became really hard for women to get elected. That big year of women getting elected happened after reapportionment. In a lot of places, in any kind of hidebound, old traditional culture of doing something, it's really hard to get any place anyway because everybody stays so long. And it's so depressing at the lower levels. Kids ask me, "I'd like to run for office. What should I do?" Well, it takes 27 years to qualify. And then you're in the State Senate and if you're in New York then you just want to shoot yourself.
You didn't have much discussion of women choosing, or not, to take their husband's name. Among my friends this has been rather controversial—women finding out that their fiances actually feel strongly about it, for example.
Keeping your own name has dropped down again. There's much more inclination to do it the other way. It's never knocked me out. If you're planning on having children, it does get kind of complicated. I changed my name when I got married because the mailman said he wouldn't deliver the mail if I had a different name. But once you've created a career with a name, you're very unlikely to want to change it. I can see how it's important to people. I was surprised at how much it's become unpopular again to not change, after it became such a thing that you wouldn't do it. I do feel sorry for little kids who have these really long names.
Why are there no late-night female hosts?
I presume there will be eventually. All those kinds of things are matters of what people are used to and what seems normal to people. There was a long time when we were sure we wouldn't put up with women being anchors or radio announcers. Now no one thinks about it. That's what Hillary Clinton did for women running for president. It's never going to seem weird again. So you just need one to be there, and then it'll be a normal thing. I can see it happening with someone like Ellen DeGeneres.
The Times ran a story this weekend about how the White House is kind of like a frat house. Should Obama be making more of an effort to have women in positions of power?
I don't know if the basketball game is a prominent role, but clearly the basketball game is really important to him. Part of me thinks the poor man's tired, let him just have five minutes to himself. But it's a little weird to think that the time he wants to spend by himself is with guys only. I think it's fair game to discuss it.
Anything else?
You know what comes up a lot? It always comes from an older woman. They ask me, "Why don't younger women want to hear these stories? Aren't you concerned about that?" It's often phrased in a way that I have such sympathy for the younger woman. Like, we walked 50 miles and we couldn't wear slacks. And you just don't care! And partly, given the transformation that the world has made, the idea that right now a generation of young women has come into the world without thinking that they can be constrained by their gender—it's such a neat idea I'm perfectly happy to celebrate it. I know they have problems of their own, more complicated in some ways than ones my generation faced. I'm not inclined to beat my breast about whether young women know these stories. But they are really neat stories. When I did the book before this one, it was all sort of part of me and I had new thoughts about the way I did things. Because I had that larger sense, the more stuff like that you know, the more reasonable behavior seems—things that your sex does that seem strange or outlandish make much more sense if you can just put yourself in their shoes and live through their past. It's one of the very few stories that has a happy ending. It just knocks me out that throughout recorded history people believed that women couldn't do stuff and women were inferior. And this ended in my lifetime!

Saturday, 17 October 2009

Paris - the front row

Paris Fashion Week ended the chaotic 5 weeks of fashion overload for another 6 months. I was not too impressed until Paris, as usual. It was an amazing culmination of inspiration for summer. And what made it even more wonderful to follow, was not style.com's slow, ad laden, slow website, but rather the marvelous style.com iPhone application.

I highly recommend.






Paris front row was buzzing with my favourite trends of the moment, and those that have been around for a few seasons - blazers, ankle boots, over the knee boots (LOVE), mini skirts, tights, one shoulder, drapes, dove grey...

Too bad we're at the tail end of cold weather.. well actually it's not bad, since I love summer!


Tuesday, 8 September 2009

Shop therapy

Has the GFC, as it's known in Australia, changed your shopping habits? Do you experience disgust, fear and guilt every time you lust over a must have, indulgent item। Do you experience pangs and doubt your decision when the plastic comes out when you're about the finalise your order on NAP?

I do। I feel the same pangs even when finalising an order on The Outnet, where my final invoice amount can be about 5-10 times less than it was on NAP. My psyche has well and truly shifted away from plastic pleasure to plastic displeasure.

This has had it's positives। The amount of plastic in my wallet has decreased from 4 to 1. The bank doesn't make nearly as much money from me as it used to. I no longer fear opening the envelope and scratching my head in amazement that I spent THAT much on one binge and still have NOTHING to wear out for dinner tonight??

Danger danger danger - I feel disgust towards the price of that flimpsy, made in China man made silk frock that I'll only wear once anyway, at which time my brain will long for something just as dangerous।

But hang on a second, if we all stop our habits dead in our tracks, what will happen to the designers, the pattern makers, the seamstresses, the fabric supplies, the manufacturers, the dock people, the sales assistants, the banks we borrow money from to fund our lavish lifestyles? Don't I have to continue to support these people and their families. Since I still have a job, shouldn't I be celebrating and rewarding myself for my austerity? I'm worth it, I survived, the good times are rollin'...

Saturday, 29 August 2009

The age old question



I think a 25 year old like myself, who these days goes to the gym twice a month, is too old and too mushy to wear a dress like this.  Lucky it's on pre order so I have a bit more time to decide.

Friday, 24 July 2009

The iT Bag

Vogue says it's over, but the Chloe Paraty bag may just prove the theory wrong.

Apparently luxury brands make anywhere from 10 to 30 times the cost price in profits.  Ouch

Throw in the suede over the knee boots while we're at it!







NAP



Sunday, 12 July 2009

Envy at the couture shows in Paris..






ahhh, Giovanna.  The ultimate style crush



jakandjil.com

Who am I?


How do I define myself?  What makes me, me?

I was born almost 26 years years ago to Serbian parents, whose grandparents are from Montenegro.

I was born in the above pictured town called Knin, a Serbian strong, the capital of Republika Srpska Krajina, which happens to be in the middle of Croatia.  Knin itself connects Zagred, the Croatian capital to the very important coastline.

Due to the war in the region, we moved to Brisbane, Australia.  In Brisbane, I was a lot more Serbian than I could imagine.  The community is based around church and the traditional things long forgotten in the mother country.  We danced folk dancing in our "nosnje" (national dress as pictured below).  We sang patriotic songs, and learnt the language and Cyrillic script.  



Through school and uni, I had many friends.  Australian as far as they can trace, Greek, Persian, Asian, Guatemalan, Argentinian... Yet I still felt Serbian.  Going back to Serbia in 2005 was a defining moment.  I felt at home.



Then in 2007, I moved to Melbourne and settled in St Kilda.  I love this place.  I'm close enough to the CBD, the eclectic vibe of the neighbourhood, the glitz of South Yarra, the riches of Toorak.. and the rent is affordable.

I am married to a wonderful, tall, green eyed man.  The love of my life.  I met him 5 years ago and I fell in love with him, then I didn't see him for 4.5 years.  When I saw him again I didn't waste any time in making him mine!  He loves me just the way I am, whether my hair is dirty or clean.  Whether I'm grumpy or embracing.

But I guess all this makes me Australian, because I travel with a Kangaroo & Emu passport... 

Who are you?


Testing

How do I?


style.com

For months now I've been looking for a pair of harem pants.

These are my requisites:

1) neutral colour (no black)
2) not the actual harem pants with the elastic at the ankle, but kind of like the slouchy, silky, cargo pants.

I came close today, with a pair of metallic grey ones from Forever New, but I wasn't in the mood.  I think they'll take a few tries, like ankle boots did last year.  Here's some inspiration.



Tuesday, 23 June 2009

Jolie Good

By Naomi Wolf


Who are our female film legends these days? Rare are the sultry, dangerous, and highly individualistic Hollywood goddesses who were so prevalent in the 1930s and 1940s.
Of these few exceptions, one thinks right away of Ms. Angelina Jolie. Ever since about 2004 — when she started crafting a new and revolutionary persona out of her prior story line as an eccentric ingenue, a story line that had been erratic and filled with missteps — she has resonated in a way no other modern female star has managed.

Yes, she is conventionally beautiful: Bosomy and wasp-waisted, with that curtain of hair and those crazy pillowy lips, she is an obvious male sex fantasy. But more suggestively, polls show that her appeal and magnetism play at least as powerfully in the fantasy life of females.
Women admire Angelina Jolie, but that would hardly stop the presses. Polls also show that if women — not just lesbian and bisexual women but straight women — had to choose a female lover, they would want to sleep with Angelina Jolie. In other words, women both identify with her and desire her.

There's something more than a simply physical response. Her persona hits an unprecedented level of global resonance — and makes women want to be with her and be her at the same time — because she has created a life narrative that is not just personal. Rather, it is archetypal. And the archetype is one that really, for the first time in modern culture, brings together almost every aspect of female empowerment and liberation.

Consider how patriarchal civilization has managed to keep women in hand for all these millennia. Among other methods of social control, women are almost always given a series of either-or choices. The deal is usually that they may realize one aspect of their personality but at the expense of many others. And the deal is usually that if they choose "too much," a terrible punishment one way or another awaits them.

So you can be respected as a symbol of goodness (Florence Nightingale, Mother Teresa) but not, obviously, be seen as sexual. You can have a hot sex life (Marlene Dietrich) but not at the same time be seen as a symbol of goodness. You can't get away with it. (Somehow, when an icon who was at once both a sexual being and engaged in good deeds died in a violent accident — Princess Di, of course — the story had a kind of terrible narrative inevitability.) You can take a lover — and even be a home wrecker — but not claim the hope of being seen as a good mom (Madame Bovary, Elizabeth Taylor). You can't get away with it. You can have money, fame, and a dazzling career, but you must surely be depressed, drug addicted, lonely, or self-destructive (Jacqueline Susann, Marilyn Monroe). You can't get away with it.

The magic of Jolie's self-presentation? She makes the claim, with her life and actions, that, indeed, you can get away with it. All of it. Against every Western convention, she has managed to draw together all of these kinds of female liberation and empowerment. And her gestures determinedly transgress social boundaries — boundaries of convention, race, class, and gender — giving many of us a vicarious thrill.

Remember how, for the first few years of Jolie's debut in the media spotlight, she kept hitting off-key notes? She emerged as an edgy starlet in such films as Girl, Interrupted and Hackers, then broke through into mass-market consciousness with her turn as cartoony superheroine Lara Croft. And with her success in that role, she previewed aspects of the persona that would take her to global icon: sexy and daring, confrontational and independent.

But in her personal interactions with the media, her gestures at transgression seemed girlishly eccentric. There was the slightly icky presentation of then-husband Billy Bob Thornton's blood in a vial, and then the oddly intimate kiss on the lips with her brother at an awards ceremony. ("I am so in love with my brother!") At that point, Jolie seemed to be simply an attention-seeking, slightly Goth upstart.

But there was a turning point not long after she adopted Maddox — her second marriage over, now a single mom — and began to immerse herself in her work as a goodwill ambassador for the U.N. High Commissioner for Refugees. Suddenly, she seemed more mature, more beautiful, and more serious. Single moms had been cast as society's pathetic cases, but with more than a quarter of U.S. households with children headed by such moms, this was long overdue for a rebranding. When Maddox appeared — this adorable, brush-cut tyke photographed by Annie Leibovitz in his early romance with his mom — Jolie revealed a new, and fairly radical, vision of single motherhood that made the relationship seem tender, glamorous, and complete, father figure or no father figure in the picture.

When the megascandal took place — Jolie's alleged seduction of a married man, Brad Pitt, on the set of Mr. and Mrs. Smith — it could have been the end of Jolie as a role model. But she managed the almost unheard-of task of turning the home-wrecker label into a wholesome, family-friendly triumph. There was little Maddox, who was growing up and clearly enjoying tossing footballs with his mother's new boyfriend. Jolie had managed to head off the scarlet letter by giving a boy an ideal masculine counterpoint.

About that time, Jolie's persona suddenly kicked into megadrive. Her intense work on behalf of stricken women and children worldwide solidified her status as unconventional role model, and the rapid adoption of additional children turned the Jolie-Pitt story into one of family devotion and global idealism, which certainly stood out in a raft of narratives of stars who simply shop, tan, and go into rehab.

It isn't so much her accomplished, but not always transcendent, performances. Her icon status now has to do more with our dream life as women than it does with her career choices solely as a film star.

Then there is the plane. Women are so used to being dependent on others (certainly on men) for where they go, metaphorically, and how they get there. Flying a private plane is the classic metaphor for choosing your own direction; usually, that is a guy thing to do, yet there was Jolie, with her aviator glasses on, taking flying lessons so she could blow the mind of her four-year-old son. That is the ultimate in single-mom chic: Even before she had reconstructed a nuclear (or postnuclear) family with a dad at the head of it, she was reframing single motherhood from a state of lack or insufficiency to a glamorous, unfettered lifestyle choice. Paradoxically, having done so, she makes the choice of a man to help her raise her kids seem like one option among many for a self-directed woman rather than either a completion of a woman or a capitulation.
Then she insisted on being a mother to not just one but many — actually, with a gesture of maternal extravagance, an übermom, ostentatiously mothering on a global scale (Maddox ... and Zahara! ... and ... Shiloh! And ...). The clearly well-thought-out multiethnicity of her family is a delicious in-your-face countermove against conventions about who we are to one another and what "family" is expected to look like. She seems, without breaking stride, to care for half a football team of children while the rest of us tread water with our own biological offspring.
Equally ostentatiously in her role as lover, she took for her own pleasure the male seen as the most desired of the tribe, Brad Pitt, who is always ranked at the top of indexes of male beauty and virility. As for the constraints of social convention — ahem, he was still married? You can have a variety of feelings about this, but Jolie's evident disdain of that social constraint certainly, for better or worse, put her in the same self-entitled category as those men who have traditionally taken what they wanted and let the emotional chips fall where they may.
Finally, she blurs the conventional boundary of what female stars are supposed to do — look pretty, emote, wear designer clothes — by picking up Princess Di's fallen torch and wrapping her elegant bone structure in a shalwar kameez to attend to the suffering of Afghan refugees in Pakistan and putting on jeans to help rebuild the housing of low-income U.S. citizens wiped out by Hurricane Katrina.

She insists on claiming every role on an operatic scale, making the symbolism as transgressive as possible — and saying, implicitly, "See? It can be done." And if she can get away with it, presumably there is a decent chance that, someday, so might all women get away with our own most cherished secret dares, self-gratifications, and even transgressions.
So she becomes what psychoanalysts call an "ego ideal" for women — a kind of dream figure that allows women to access, through fantasies of their own, possibilities for their own heightened empowerment and liberation.

What's next for Jolie? No way to tell, but I am certain, given the knack she has shown for tapping into this female collective unconscious, that we will watch with more than ordinary interest. Can the matriarchal tribe sustain itself? What will happen when the youthful beauty changes? Can such a sexually pluralistic woman stay satisfied in a conventional monogamous relationship — even with the most beautiful boy — for life, as Brad Pitt becomes a solidly middle-aged man? Will truly nothing break in this have-it-all-all-the-time exceptional drama?
I for one will keep watching, since Jolie's image is not just a mirror of one woman but also a looking glass for female fantasy life writ large.

Wednesday, 3 June 2009

Love


Have you ever been in love? How do you know it's love? An all consuming love, that makes you crazy and willing to do anything. A love that makes you buy a plane ticket and fly to the other side of the world, even though you cannot afford it? A love that makes you give up everything as you know it, for something that you think you want instead? A love so strong, that it makes you believe that it's the only thing in the world that matters.


I found that love exactly a year ago today. I was willing to do anything for this love and I did it.  I went to the other side of the world and crossed comfort zones that people could never cross.  I was brave, somewhat insane and I took a chance.  It's the best thing I did, the only decision I've ever made that I don't regret.

I've done many foolish things in my life, trusted too many people who hurt me and burnt me.  Done too many things out of the goodness of my own heart.  But I pursued this love selfishly and it's the best thing I've ever done.

From now I will trust noone and nothing, except me.

Thursday, 28 May 2009

Corporates

Since all the systems are totally broken, I figure I may as well blog.

This week's topic of conversation has been the stress associated with the corporate world. Friends taking up a 2-packs-a-day smoking habit, 15 hour days, broken marriages, caffeine habits (expensive ones too).

And that all maybe the case, but I love my suits and heels and coffees and muffins. I love a nice building, work trips, bonuses and even the bitchiness. I think you gotta know how to play the game!

Monday, 27 April 2009

Time...

I feel like I never have any time.  No time to sleep, no time to straighten my hair and apply make up in the morning, no time to choose a half decent outfit in the morning, no time to peruse style.com, no time to cook, no time to clean, no time to study, no time to exercise, no time for anything... 

What is the secret?


Sunday, 22 March 2009

Last days in NYC

My darling is in the shower and I'm sitting and trying to figure out a way to not have to leave New York.

This morning we were up at about 8 and the weather was looking nice and sunny so we decided to do the last thing that was on our list of things to do - see the Statue of Liberty.

We subway-ed our way down to Wall Street and walked to the Staten Island Ferry terminal.  The ferry goes every half hour and is free - better than paying $20 to hang out with tourists I say.

The ride was very cold though, took about 20 minutes and we got relatively close to the Lady.  Close enough for some snaps.  We turned around pronto and decided to go shopping at Bloomingdale's. Not the fanciest of the department stores here, but it did offer us an 11% discount.  

Bojan hadn't been on any of my shopping expeditions yet, but he did enjoy Bloomy's and the sheer range of things it had on offer, even if it was a bit overwhelming.

I ended up with a pair of J Brand jeans that I'd wanted forever and ever but couldn't try anywhere in Australia and didn't want to buy off the net without trying on.  Bojan bought some red and navy Ralph Lauren socks and a "The Who" t-shirt (he's going through a rock t-shirt phase I think).  I saw my Chloe perfume lady again and she tried running after me - it sent a shiver down my spine! 

The rest of the day we spent at Bleecker Street- the Village really grew on us today.  It was wonderful and sunny! We had some cupcakes again, this time in the park and walked up and down.  I went into some of the stores, which were nice and very well priced.  I loved Intermix!


Tomorrow is our proper final day - we are definitely going skating again and we'll see about the rest!

Saturday, 21 March 2009

One week on...

Today we woke up at about 9am, as didn't really have any plans.  We were loosely considering going on the Staten Island ferry which goes right past the Statue of Liberty.

When Bojan pulled the blinds up - it was snowing outside! I'd always wanted to come to New York in winter, but honestly it was terrible outside.  We walked around the block and ended up with huge headaches from the cold.

We finally ended up at at our little Elmo for breakfast and had some pancakes and eggs and warmed up.  Bojan had decided that apart from Lady Liberty he'd seem most of the things he'd wanted to see, so he went home to study and I opted to go to The Frick Collection as it was another indoors appropriate day weather wise and  student entry is $5.

Wow! 

The Frick is located on the corner of 5th Avenue and East 70th Street across the road from Central Park.  The building it is housed in was built in 1913-13 by Henry Clay Frick as his residence who later bequeathed the building and his artwork with the wish that it be developed into a public gallery for the purpose of "encouraging and developing the study of the fine arts".  Aside from the furniture, drawings, prints etc, he left 131 paintings with a further 37 having been acquired since his death by the Trustees with endowments from the Fricks and other gifts.

Even though photos were not allowed, Milijana would not Milijana without sneaking a couple in (don't worry I didn't use flash as I know the harm it does to artwork).  


The gallery is made up of glorious dining rooms, sittings rooms and an actual gallery.  It is said that Mr Frick held 2 dinner parties a week, to which he invited 27 gentlemen.  The ceilings were high and gilded with beautiful gold borders.  The paint on the walls was a deep green.

The main staircase is exquisite.  I am so happy I managed to sneak a photo of it in, as the official portraits don't really do it any justice.  The staircase itself was inspired by Dean's Staircase at St Paul's Cathedral in London.  

I loved the Rembrandts and the Van Dycks, but my favourite was Jean-Augustine-Dominique Ingres' Comtesse d'Haussonville.  A portrait of a married woman in her mid 20's who already had 3 children, but was a seductress and an independent woman capable of making just about every man fall in love with her - including the artist.

After the gallery, I decided to wander around the Upper East Side - which is definitely my sort of neighbourhood.  
 


The streets are clean and wide, the buildings architecturally designed.  Each one has a door man that helps you out of your limo when the shopping bags get in the way.  Stores a plenty, but again, nothing in my price range!  

The funniest incident was when waiting at the lights near Bloomingdale's.  A perfectly put together lady with a fur coat and a Louis Vuitton handbag was walking with her 2 year old daughter.  When we stopped at the lights, the little girl pointed at a subway station and said "Mummy, what's that?"  to which the lady said "That's the subway world - we don't go there".  LOL - very symbolic of the Upper East Side.

I hadn't yet been to Macy's or Bloomingdale's so I went into Bloomy's.  Yikes.  I smelt a nice perfume on my way up the stairs and when the lady stopped me to ask if I wanted to try it I said "sure".  Well, she kept going on and on and on and on about some special that she would only give to me, a jewelry box, extra perfumes and creams - all for only $125!  Well lady, I have no shopping budget on this trip.  But the next thing I know she's pulling me towards the counter and ringing it up! With tax it's $132 and I know that I can't buy this.  So she walks off to get my "extra gifts" and I make a run for it!!!!!!!  

The jeans section was great though and I'm lemming a pair of dark denim J Brand skinnys... I'll see what Bojan thinks!

Right now we're off to watch the Knicks play at Maddison Square Garden!

Friday, 20 March 2009

Day 6 - MoMA, Saks and other shenanigans that Bojan didn't want to part take in..



After returning from a very expensive round of drinks at The View atop The Marriott Marquis smack bang in the middle of Times Square, we got to bed fairly late last night, so ended up sleeping in this morning, which was meant to be our museum day. Besides, Bojan was not feeling the best.

And what an appropriate museum day it was - about 0C and raining. 

To continue our bad form, we got on the wrong subway, so ended up nowhere near MoMA!  In the end we caught a taxi, which is never recommended in NY's stand still traffic, especially in the wet. MoMa is located just off 5th Avenue on 53rd Street.  This is the view from inside!

And what is the Museum Of Modern Art?  What defines modern art? According to the "Highlights" booked I picked up in the gift shop, it's not as easy or as simple to define as one would hope.  MoMA was founded in 1929 and now occupies the whole block, 7 curatorial departments and over 100,000 objects!  The founders believe (and still believe as most of them are still actively involved with the running of the museum) in the premise that the art of our time is as relevant and as important as the art of the past.  And when I think about it, I guess it is true, even though sometimes I fail to understand the abstract and the non-conservative interpretations of art that modern artists tend to have.

There are paintings, sculptures, film, media, photos, design, print and drawing galore.  

There is no doubt that MoMA has done tremendous things for modern art and it is interesting to see where it will head - how it will continue to select the pieces and build upon its legacy.  

I adored the Picassos and the Van Goghs.  I loved learning and seeing how the different types of printing paper make a photograph print entirely differently.  I never really realised that before until I saw the prints side by side.


 Another notable piece was this drawing - which are DOTS!  Totally cool!

I had hoped to have lunch with Bojan at the Terrace Cafe on the 5th floor, but it was far too small and the line was too long.  The food here has really been terrible and the places that serve anything half decent are really difficult to get a table at.  Bojan tends to get really grumpy when he's hungry, so waiting was not an option.

I really hope to be able to go to the Met, Frick and or Guggenheim on Saturday.

At this point we parted ways as Bojan needed to study and I wanted to see some things that Bojan had no interest in seeing.

I made my way to 5th Avenue, which is so depressing due to its affluency.  There is nothing to buy there that's within my Gold Credit Card limit, haha!  The only things within my reach are from the Americana chain stores - and Zara!  Banana Republic was on sale and the skirt that I tried on on day 1 which was not available in my size, suddenly had two available!  So I snapped it up.  It's a gorgeous, silk, pale gold tiered, ruffled skirt.  Plan to wear it to a wedding we have coming up.

I love people watching on 5th - the old ladies with their fur coats, the businessmen in Ralph Lauren talking about hedging, the Gossip Girl tweens texting and wearing perfectly put together "I don't care" outfits, the tourists in stone wash jeans and sneakers talking photos...

Of all the department stores I've visited, Saks has been my favourite because it has the full range - the couture, the runway and the contemporary.  And what I loved is the fact that I was "ignored" by the sales assistants.  Not so much ignored, but not hounded, they'd smile and say hi and let me browse.  I ADOOOOOORED their 8th level shoe salon.  It has it's own post code.  The Louboutin section is wonderful.  It has a bigger selection than any online retailer I've come across.  Anyway, my point is to retell seeing a girl about 16 shopping with her dad, pointing at the Loubies she wanted and she got them all.

Next I made my way further along 5th to the New York Public Library.  The famous location where Carrie and Big were MEANT to get married for all you SATC fans.

The building is grand, you feel like you're in Venice or something.  It's so peaceful and elegant, with carved desks, high ceilings and intricate paintings and carvings on the walls and ceilings.

I then made my way down to Grand Central Station where I got a cookie, the new US Vogue with Beyonce on the cover (yawn @ them using celebrities all the time) and I was on my way home.  I knew that Bojan would be worried about me at that stage because I didn't take my mobile with me.

For dinner he's dragging me back to Kafana in Alphabet City, but that's ok, because I like a good pljeskavica too!

Wednesday, 4 March 2009

Today, Tomorrow.. Always

TODAY:
What is today's date?- March 4, 2009...
What was the first thing that happened?- I woke up.. went to get my mail and came to work??
Who was the first person you talked to?- My husband of course
What was the best thing that happened so far?-The new issue of Vogue being out... oh how vain I am lol
What was the best thing you've eaten?- A mint lol
Whats the worst thing you've eaten?-Considering it's not even 9am I've not eaten much at all
Who were you with?- Woke up next to my husband and am now at work!
Where did you go?-Post office then work
What did you wear?-A suit
What did you buy?-Tram ticket & Vogue
What was the best song you heard?-I've not heard a song yet
What's the funniest thing that happened?-My tennis partner being keen to win the final tonight, a bit too keen!


TOMORROW:
Whats tomorrow's date?-March 5, 2009...
Got any plans?-Same as always - working
Is there anything you HAVE to do?- Nothing is a "have to" apart from death. Which I hope won't happen tomorrow
Who are you going to be with?-The usuals
What would you like to get accomplished?-Book the other bits and pieces of the trip
Who are you defiantly going to talk to?-Customers!
Do you have to go to school/work?-Work


FUTURE:
Who do you want to marry?-I am already married to him!
When do you want to get married?-Been there done that
How do you want to get married?- NA
Where do you want to settle down at?-Anything but a massive McMansion!
Whats your dream job?-CEO of a charitable organisation
How many kids do you want?- However many God gives me
What do you want your kid's names to be?-They'll be named after the saint they were born close to
Do you want to have kids early or later on in life?- Middle ground
What kind of house do you want to live in?-As long as it isn't bigggggggg.. Not my thing at all
What kind of car do you want to drive?-A nice lil Merc
How many and what kind of pets do you want to have?- Just a doggy pls
Where do you want to go to college (If you haven't already)?- Been there and never doing that again!