A damn fine deconstructed dessert
Fresh whipped cream (pint of heavy whipping cream, 1 tsp-ish of pure vanilla, equal amount of sugar, whisked til you spatter your dress and then into stiff peaks)
About four handfuls of cherries, stems plucked off, warmed over low heat with enough sugar to coat them and enough wine to cover the bottom of the pan, warmed until wine is reduced but before they catch fire
Dab coffee ice cream with cream, three or four cherries, and a drizzle of the cherry wine reduction. Eat and state its simple beauty.
"Having “improved” the meat packing district and Chelsea by making it a safe haven for the overpriced inanities of Stella McCartney, hoteliers can dictate the terms under which their guests can be protected from the horrid prospect of encountering the people who populated the area for decades previous. Shopping must continue smoothly. Elegance and ease above all. Their response to the possibility of public sexuality? “Get a room. Hopefully one of our over priced ones."
New York to Kinksters: Don’t Be It, Damn It (naylandblake.net)
"Talk about ironic! The Standard Hotel, which has become synonymous with exhibitionism, as its naked patrons have been sexily steaming up its floor-to-ceiling, untinted-glass windows — in full view of parkgoers on the High Line — has now forced a leather festival to move off of W. 13th St."
Scoopy’s Notebook (via viviane)
"Who am I to judge whether Rihanna’s behavior is appropriate for a domestic violence survivor in the first place? Even if she wanted to appear in a magazine made up to look bruised and beaten, do we have a right to criticize that decision? There is no formula for bouncing back from abuse."
Rihanna, gagged (Salon)
(last night, via Audacia Ray)