Felice Varini Piano

Felice Varini

St. Francis of Assisi stated that the “happiness of our lives depends upon the quality of our thoughts,” implying that our perspective on the world, and our experience of it, are one in the same.  No one translates this concept more compellingly than artist Felice Varini, the master illusionist whose large-scale projections super-imposed onto architectural spaces similarly force us to question the role of perspective in how we view the world. Viewed from one specific vantage point, his installations are precise, geometric forms that seemingly hover in front of the structure that they are painted onto; viewed from others they take on the appearance of complete randomness- shattered lines or panes of glass. To view a Varini piece in person is, I imagine, to waver between confusion and complete awe.

   L to R (Arche e Corone, Grand Palais, Arche e Corone)

His technique is anamorphosis, which is defined by a distorted projection or drawing that appears normal when viewed from a particular point or lens. But finding that ideal vantage point is not in itself Varini’s objective for the viewer. Notes the artist, “The viewer can be present in the work, but as far as I am concerned he may go through it without noticing the painting at all. If he is aware of the work, he might observe it from the vantage point and see the complete shape. But he might look from other points of views where he will not be able to understand the painting because the shapes will be fragmented and the work too abstract. Whichever way, that is ok with me.”

Eglises des Jesuites

That said, viewers who are willing to work to find that lens develop a greater intimacy with the allocated space than they would have if they were just passing through. And what Varini’s work accomplishes is the feat of forcing the viewer to slow down, question their surroundings, and experience their surroundings. In a city like New York, it is these spaces that take on such a special role in the public sphere.

 

Eglises des Jesuites

This is why Varini is such a compelling artist to channel for an interior space. The duality of his work is what makes it striking: simple shapes against ornate architectural detail; primary colors projected against neutrals; crisp paint relative to crumbling infrastructure; immense scale versus the precise vantage point at which the picture comes together. All of this should be reflected in a space that truly embodies his art.

 

In this, we join the ranks of numerous cities who recognize the wonder of his approach and commission him to rejuvenate public spaces and historic monuments. With washable paint he has wrought an indelible mark on many antiquities, painting the walls of Versailles, 12th century abbeys in western France, 15th century Augustinian monasteries in Monte Carasso, and alleyways in New Haven alike.  Interpreting his references, we will create a space that forces New Yorkers to consider the world around them in a new way.

                       

(L to R: 56, Avenue du President Wilson, New Haven Alleyway, Grand Palais, Trois Triangle Orange.

In a city where old is frequently torn down to make way for new, super imposing the modern on top of the crumbling is a novel and welcome concept indeed.

 

Sept Couronnes Excentriques, Felice Varini, Le Chateua d’Olonne, France, 2006

Felice Varini Piano

Sacre Bleu! I’ve been out of commish since 4/20?! Did I blink only for 20 days to pass?!

We had my parents in town this past weekend and it was absolutely incredible! They very rarely come to New York (for reasons unbeknownst to me because they are TRUE New Yorkers at heart when they are here) and we had an absolute ball with them. Friday’s weather brought forth a full fledged deluge that had their flight rerouted through ALBANY, but they finally made it (although- we had to relinquish our 4 tickets to the New York Philharmonic, which was the entire point of their visit). Not to fret however as my husband pulled out his phone and promptly bought 4 tickets for Saturday night’s performance via Stubhub. Yet another instance of our luck being hit considerably and our ability to respond in stride! We are getting pretty good at this!

Given that, we found ourselves with a free evening and some “post-show” dinner reservations uptown at Boulud Sud- so we had my parents over for a cheese spread that was fit for the Gods. They had a great time, and above all LOVED our apartment which made me the happiest person in the world. My mother was ready to move right in! And for the first time ever ever, not for nothing- she said she was proud of me. #daymade #yearmade What have you. Dinner at Boulud Sud was INCREDIBLE- I started with the asparagus soup which was bursting with flavor – followed by Sea Bass and then the most DELUSHUS spread of baklava and lemon verbena tea you ever did see.

Highlights of Saturday included dog watching in Washington Square, shopping in Soho, a long and luxurious nap with all the windows open while my husband and mom chatted on the balcony (hello alternate universe I love you never leave) followed by Beethoven’s 9th at David Geffen Hall at LIncoln Center, which was the most moving and MAGNIFICENT concert I have ever seen in my entire life. I cried like a baby you guys. It was insanely beautiful. Afterward, we were all on a high and floated over to PJ Clarkes for Oysters and Burgers. Both nights we stayed out well past midnight, something my husband and I don’t even do in our normal lives. Party animals those parents of mine!

Finally, Sunday we met them for breakfast at the Soho Grand, where they were staying, and saw them off to the airport. It was an incredible reminder of the beauty of New York in spring, how wonderful it was to spend time with my parents when 10 nieces and nephews aren’t vying for their attention, and just how lucky I feel in every single way. A soul restoring weekend, as it were.

There you have it! I SHALL be back tomorrow with all types of culture vulture and design updates- but I will leave you with that little jaunt through the weekend until then. Just so you know I am alive and well. Hoping you are too! BAH!

 

Felice Varini Piano

Life Lately

Happy 4/20 my friends. Where oh where has this April gone? Am I seriously on a July 4th diet already? curses.

We’ve had a lot going on, quel surprise; this last week alone found us in Chicago and Boston (LA too for my husband); we’ve been redecorating and working and exploring and catching up with friends who have emerged from hibernation. It’s been a whirlwind, but it looks like things might be calming down slightly for both of us and we couldn’t be more thrilled. As such, I wanted to collect myself and share some excellent places we’ve been to and things we’ve done as of late.

 

1- The Whitney Biennial

This year’s Biennial was politically charged and we thoroughly enjoyed it. Of course we saw Dana Schutz’s “Open Casket”, a work that has come under a boatload of controversy for co-opting black suffering (Dana is a white woman). I however found it powerful and beautiful, and thoughtfully done. Dana has promised not to sell or profit from the painting, and I think that should be a good enough compromise for shedding light on a gruesome event in history.

The Whitney’s new space is also incredible, not only due to the fact that it’s a stone’s throw from my current office. The space is expansive and filled with light, and much easier to navigate than the Whitney’s old space on Madison. I particularly loved the works of New York photographer Deana Lawson and LA painter Henry Taylor, both of whom made intimate portraits of black men, women and children. Samar Golden’s The Meat Grinder’s Iron Clothes was a magnificent feat of illusion, and Raul de Nieves’ Installation was a revelation. It is a particularly wonderful way to kick off a weekend as the Whitney stays open late on Friday evenings – go and let me know what you think!

Works by Henry Taylor

Dana Schutz’ “Open Casket”

Raul de Nieves

Another view of Raul de Nieves

One of my favorite rooms – when we went at 6pm it was full of purple light (not captured here)

 Podcasts

I know, I’m always raving about podcasts, like a typical early 30’s NPR listening yuppy, but hear me out. On the way down from Boston we listened to “Missing Richard Simmons”, a podcast by obsessed filmmaker Dan Tiburski. An apt description from the podcasts’ own site:

“On February 15, 2014, fitness guru Richard Simmons disappeared. He stopped teaching his regular exercise class at Slimmons, cut off his closest friends, and removed himself from the public eye after decades as one of the most accessible celebrities in the world. Nobody has heard from him – and no one knows why he left. Filmmaker Dan Taberski was a Slimmons regular and a friend of Richard’s. Missing Richard Simmons is Dan’s search for Richard – and the deeper he digs, the stranger it gets.”

It’s so good, y’all.

The second and much more bizarre one I am listening to currently (if that is at all possible) is actually a work of fiction called “Alice Isn’t Dead”. From their site:

“Alice Isn’t Dead – a new serial fiction podcast from the team behind Welcome to Night Vale. A truck driver searches across America for the wife she had long assumed was dead. In the course of her search, she will encounter not-quite-human serial murderers, towns literally lost in time, and a conspiracy that goes way beyond one missing woman.”

After listening to a bunch of depressing non-fiction podcasts (S Town, Missing Richard Simmons), it’s refreshing to get my dose of depression from a work of fiction. At least then I can pretend it isn’t real ;).

 

Parsons the New School

Finally, and perhaps most exciting of all, I’ve enrolled in night courses at the Parson’s School of Design so that I can begin working toward my certificate in Interior Design. This has been a long time passion of mine and I am over the moon to be taking this step to credentialize  myself in that regard. Who knows where this will take me, though I have big plans for that too – I can’t wait for classes to begin and am so utterly thrilled to be taking this step. So I am knee deep in research on all things interiors and loving every minute of it.

 

That’s just a touch of what is going on around my parts, but all good things and I am feeling grateful for many things right now. Love to all of you and wishing you all a good and rapidly dwindling week! Enjoy your greens today!

xoxo

Ms. Sheiky

Felice Varini Piano

10 Things

Oh Happy Day

Time for a Friday roundup – but first, how fucking fabulous is the wallpaper above? Yes- that is actual wallpaper from House of Hackney’s “Art Deco Menagerie” series, and I am lusting after it so badly for our entry way. (I can feel my husband’s nether regions receding into his body from here. Hear me out babe, I plead.)

But real talk, I’ve had it up on my desktop all day. It’s mesmerizing. AND ONE DAY SOON IT WILL BE MINE.

Other things I am loving so so much right now:

2) Chance the Rapper performing Blessings on Jimmy Fallon. Breathtaking. Must watch. This whole album is so gold.

3) Bonus: This drawing of “Chance the Raptor” that our bestie Tom sent me. Thanks brother.

4) Our new built in bookshelves and yuge ass OLED TV which are the two best things that ever happened to our apartment minus the humans in it, but just barely if we’re being honest. Here is a stock picture of the TV, for your pleasure.

5) Ava Duvernay’s The 13th on Netflix, which is the most astounding and enraging documentary I have seen in a long while. The NYTimes calls it “electrifying” and that’s honestly an understatement. Watch it.

6 & 7) On the opposite end of the spectrum, the new Dave Chappelle and Louis CK Netflix specials are so smart, so witty, and so utterly hilarious, they expose the true genius of these two gentlemen. Netflix is slaying it as per usual. SLAYING.

8) Have you checked out the new Vogue Arabia? I love how they are interpreting the Middle Eastern aesthetic. And aren’t we all tired of reading about former coked-out white girls marrying English lords and moving to the countryside? (Much more glamorous to marry a fat Emirati sheikh and dress in couture!)

Feast your eyes on this insane cover photo of Gigi Hadid. She is everything.

9) These shoes are the ultimate man repeller and for that reason I love them. Mules are back in y’all!

Rococo inspired mules. You know you like them.

10) And finally, the following organizations that have tirelessly provided support throughout the brutal, senseless, and endless onslaught on the Syrian people. Please click on the links below to donate to these exceptional causes, and start the weekend off knowing that regardless of your side in this latest argument (and for what it’s worth, this Syrian liberal sides with Trump), you will be supporting a people that so desperately need medical relief.

 

Doctor’s Without Borders

Syrian American Medical Society

With hopes that you all have a wonderful weekend full of lively adventures with great friends, long mornings spent poring over newspapers, good coffee and delicious meals, long walks and plenty of laughs. Thank you so much for your kindness after my last post. I truly love you all.

 

Felice Varini Piano

Thoughts

Last Friday, I went in for oral surgery.

By way of background, these past few years my stress levels have been especially high; I have felt heightened pressure, like many folks in their early 30s do, to pour myself into my work as much as possible and make something of myself before the invisible “the window closes”. this window an insidious creation of both a culture that praises at the altar of 30 under 30, and an industry in which I don’t see a single face over the age of 45.  I have dug deep down and to process my own hypocrisy – on the one hand chiding Trump voters who don’t understand that it was automation, not immigrants, that took their jobs, and on the other hand knowing that I am single handedly playing a massive role in this automation and am myself putting structures in place that will allow for fewer people to do more and more.

There was a scene on this Sunday’s Billions where Mick Danzig has a session with Wendy Rhoades. In it, he relays his nightmares about Russian hackers destroying his portfolio. Wendy weighs this crisis of conscience and suggests his nightmares are reflective of the very real fears he has about the negative impact of his work on the people of Sandicott, who are about to be unceremoniously bled dry by a bad investment.

Thoughts similar to these and the stress it creates manifests itself in something very real, and that is grinding the ever loving shit out of my jaw. Despite wearing a mouth guard, I have spent what is now tens of thousands of dollars to correct issues arising from the crushing weight of my grinding, until last weekend I woke up with a partially swollen face and knew something terrible had happened. And I was right; I had, as a matter of fact, fractured a bone in my jaw, which had created a pathway for infection that caused half my face to swell. I saw two specialists first thing Monday morning.

Multiple scans later, I was given the news.

“I’m so sorry to tell you this, but we aren’t going to be able to save your tooth,” she told me, as I broke down into tears. “And we’ll have to do a bone graft to replace the one you have so that your gums don’t collapse.”

33 years old and already losing teeth, I thought. At this rate, I won’t have any if I’m so lucky as to live into old age. For me, this was devastating.

Friday afternoon, I went in for corrective surgery. I wish to God I hadn’t been awake for it- it was grizzly and painful and I wouldn’t wish it on an enemy. And two thoughts kept going through my head- 1) I am so Goddamn lucky I have dental insurance and 2) I am even more lucky that I can pay for what isn’t covered without a second thought. Because in addition to being painful and awful, this surgery would have bankrupted anyone, and that is a horrifying thought. And a proof point that health care is a fundamental human right.

I spent the weekend at home recovering, and was kind enough to have so many friends and family check in on me constantly. But I had a lot of time to think; and I realized that I need to get fucking serious about my stress levels and my health and what I want out of this short life. I have proven to myself that I can “do it all”, that I can start a new team at work and plan a wedding at the same time, that I can do right by my clients and do right by the example that my tireless parents set for us every day. But I also understand now that it is okay to set limits on what can and cannot be achieved, and that using fear to motivate myself to work harder, better, faster, stronger- is landing me in dire straits. When I look at what I want out of life – to have a happy marriage, children, to be nearer to my family and have more access to the outdoors and to read and write, and pursue joy, I realize what is not at the top of that list, and never will be.

That’s okay. And okay will have to do for now.

Felice Varini Piano

KAUAI!

You guys, I miss Kauai so much. Being back in New York in 20 degree weather is making me realize just how much I hate winter, hate being cooped up in my apartment, hate being cooped up in the office- in that order (just kidding- I hate them all equally). It’s been hard to even write this post because it makes me so sad not to be there. WOE IS ME.

Kauai is absolute paradise. Known as the garden isle, it has a population of 67,000 (sparse, perfect) and is approximately 6 million years old (resulting in the most astonishing cliffs and valleys, beaches and dense tropical vegetation). As our helicopter pilot Trevor told us “It takes a lot of years to build beauty like this.” (<–How obnoxious was starting a sentence with “our helicopter pilot, Trevor”, on a scale of 1 to 10?)

We arrived Tuesday just before sunset and immediately noticed the party was on outside on the terrace. We raced to our room to drop our bags, put on acceptable attire (why, you don’t travel in big white sneakers like your aunt Mary Martha from Tampa?), and head straight out to the hotel’s expansive 180 degree deck overlooking Hanalei Bay for sunset drinks and dinner. We stayed at the St. Regis Princeville and this quickly became a tradition every night- running up to the terrace, grabbing a much desired table with gorgeous views of the bay, and waiting for the most epic sunsets. The St. Regis does a champagne sabering every night as well (a nod to a favorite practice of their founder), and as they do, they tell an ancient island story very animatedly (as we quickly realized- it’s the same story every night);  it was always great fun and got everyone in the mood for the rest of the evening!

A few highlights from our 5 days in Princeville:

^The hotel pool, where M and I practiced headstands and holding our breath under water like little kids. For the record, he would probably urge me to confess that I can’t do either exceptionally well, though like the insecure child I still am I demanded an A for effort. The hot tub was also a favorite. As always.^

^The beach on Hanalei Bay, where we wiled away many hours reading books and looking for crabs. Plenty of coral and fish for the snorkelers in our midst (The guy next to us emerged from the water with his snorkeling mask on one day and proudly proclaimed “YOU GUYS, IT LOOKS LIKE MARS IN THERE”. I think that’s an endorsement)^

^ Hiking the mind-blowingly beautiful Napali coast on our second day. It is an 11 mile path in total and typically takes hikers 2 days to do; but most stick to the first 2 miles to a hidden beach and the 2 miles back, as it’s a rigorous 10/10 in terms of difficulty. Proud to say that all of my stairmaster skilllllz served me well as I felt like I was flying through it. It felt so good to be warm, active, and surrounded by such beauty. The coast is absolutely immaculate and the views from the hike were superb. Pro tip: Next time I would bring a backpack as I had to makeshift a beach bag into one and tie it to my arms with little room for circulation as it was full of water and snacks, haha- but I would do it again in a heartbeat. Plan to arrive at the trail head between 8-9 am to get a spot.^

^More views of the breathtaking Napali coast^

^Our awesome wrangler!! My favorite car ever. We cruised around a ton with the top down, listening to weird Hawaiian radio and discovering new beaches at every turn. Loved it so much, highly recommend renting a car out there, particularly a wrangler so you can drive offroad!^

^The roads are gorgeous. I took a ton of pictures that basically look like this, which we all know are imminently frame-able. 😉 ^

^Friday we took a helicopter tour of the islands with SUnshine Helicoptor and despite the death stares we received when we rolled into the safety demonstrations 10 minutes late (like can we live?! We were on holiday time okay!), we had an EPIC time up there. I am terrified of heights so frankly I was low key scared out of my mind all morning, and clutched M’s arm in a death grip as we floated up, up and away. But minutes into it I had gained my courage and thought it was absolutely amazing. Would totally do it again and thought the views, particularly in the later afternoon with the sun reflecting off of the water, was just exquisite. Such a treat to do something like that^

 

Not pictured but not forgotten

  1. Tropical Taco – the most incredible, insane fish tacos. They are SO BIG and SO DELUSHUS. 10/10, would eat again (and we did; like every day. Not mad about it)

  2. Kilauea Lighthouse & Wildlife Refuge – A beautiful lighthouse (the Westernmost one in the US!) and bird refuge where you can take binoculars out at your leisure and roam the grounds as really great bird experts tell you what you are looking at. Loved this so much. I was overwhelmed at all the birds. “Look- there’s an albatross!” I gleefully told my husband. “You’re an albatross,” he responded. True love, you guys.

  3. The roosters. Kauai is known for its wild chicken population (brought by the European settlers because of course they brought something as random as chickens to a place where you can get the best fish everywhere you go). The actual story is cooler and involves a hurricane freeing all of the chicken fight chickens at once and allowing them to roam free and populate the island. Whichever you believe, the chickens are a hilarious addition to the island.

  4. Our lovely friends from Sacramento that we met and had a serious friend-affair with the last 2 days of our trip. They were the best and our last night on Kauai was especially fun because of them. Love you guys!

There were so many more memories to share but this was a start. We love you so much, Kauai. Thank you for showing us the barefoot Aloha spirit in its best form. This was truly one of my most favorite trips ever and I will never forget it.

Felice Varini Piano

Hawaii Part I: Maui

I guess everyone kind of knew Hawaii was amazing since it is such a beloved destination for lovahs on honeymoon, but I truly had no idea how mind-blowingly amazeballoons it actually was until we landed in Honolulu. Yes, we knew it was amazing upon emerging from an 11 hour flight from NYC and awaiting our connecting flight to Maui in an outdoor airport garden filled with tropical plants and Hawaiian pigeons (<–note, not an actual species, but basically thinner and prettier than their NYC counterparts, SORRY BECKY); we felt the warm sun on our faces and we were sold. Real talk, I love the airport in Honolulu more than I like some of my favorite places in New York. That’s how much I loved Hawaii.

I’m thankful to say it got exponentially better from there. Below- a snapshot of our first leg- 2 nights and 2 days in Wailea, Maui.

 

MAUI WOWIE

Maui is bananas. It feels like a mix of Miami (minus the bachelorette parties with girls of widely ranging weight wearing matching tank tops and clutching BYO inflatable swans), and Malibu (inclusive of gorgeous beaches and maximally chill vibes) with a dash of just magic. It was sunny and hot and gorgeous every minute. We stayed in Wailea on the West Coast of Maui, at the Andaz Hotel, which was very Zen chic and brand new. Both the location and hotel itself came highly recommended, and we were happy to have adored both.

 ^The Open Air Lobby at the Andaz. That’s totally a life size Japanese rock garden in the middle there. Life goalz for entry into our future mansion in Malibu (right babe?!) ^

^ Our Room. Hard to leave in the morning, perfect for sunset watching at night. Not pictured- team shower that legit could fit a starting lineup. If you are into that sort of thing.^

^ A peak at the infinite infinity pools on the property. ^

^Morimoto – the site of an incredible dinner our second night, where my husband ordered way too much sushi and we practically had to roll ourselves upstairs. Fun note, we were told that people have indeed tried to dive head first into the 3 foot deep pool surrounding the hotel, to injurious endings ^

^ The Wailea Beach walk that extended 2 miles from our hotel to it’s end, through perfectly manicured grass and hovering above silky sand beaches and plunging down lava cliffs.  ^

^ Another look at the Wailea beach walk. We were out there speed walking at 7 am with all of the other 80 year olds on vacation. ^

^ This tree was like the tree of life. So beautiful. One day we walked by and saw an old couple underneath it, just staring out at the horizon together and we both thought, they are doing life right ^

^ Another look at the pools. We spent a lot of time chilling, reading, swimming and the like. I read three whole books this vacation! Another post to come on those. I’M SO LITERARY ^

Not pictured:

1) A brief trip to the Wailea shopping center, a mall comprised of a Prada, Gucci, and approximately 25 local boutiques selling the same Hawaiian print shirt. In case you want a pair of $700 loafers to go with your Tommy Bahama chic (which actually is the ideal Dad outfit so maybe I’m not their core consumer?). Reader, we bought a Hawaiian shirt.

2) The floating bed swing we whiled away an afternoon in, reading as the sun descended and the light got more and more golden. WANT one of these please.

3) The breakfast at the Andaz which was, unequivocally, the most insane hotel breakfast I’ve ever had: every fruit and fresh juice imaginable, every breakfast meat and egg dish and cheese and pastry, and all of them maddeningly delicious. I’d honestly go back to Maui for that breakfast alone since I’m basically Chris Farley (“FEED ME DAMNIT I’M STARVING”)(RIP).

As you can probably tell we didn’t vear too far from the vast property apart from swim in the frothy ocean – nor did we care to. It was a perfect 2 days, after which we were super relaxed and ready to take on Kauai! Stay tuned.

Felice Varini Piano

Where have I been? Where have YOU been? You don’t call, you don’t write….

Every week feels insane around these parts but this one has been actually insane.

For one: we were slated to depart to Dubai tonight, and had to cancel the trip (and relinquish our plane tickets which were not NOT expensive) at the last minute, because our friend’s daughter contracted an illness that should have died in 1945 where other illnesses for which we have vaccines should have stayed. But unfortunately, some parents are assholes and don’t vaccinate their children. And so we were left with the thought of spending a week in a hotel in Dubai and friends who rightfully had to look after a sick daughter, and pulled the plug Wednesday.

On a positive note, I’d already had a facial, manicure and pedicure in anticipation of a trip to the land of glitz and nothing was going to stop me from putting them to good use.

First, my husband suggested we go skiing. Then we thought perhaps a road trip to Charleston via a number of bed and breakfasts along the way would be fun (sidebar- I still really want to do this trip). Finally, at 1 am on Wednesday night, exasperated by the seemingly endless  options that also required a great deal of planning- the Mr. looked up at me.

“How about Hawaii?!” he said excitedly.

“HOW BOWT DAT,” I replied in my head. (What I really said, trying to shield my excitement lest I give him second thoughts, was “Hawaii could be a good idea!”)

Ten minutes later we had roundtrip direct flights (thank you Delta. We lub you lontime). Then we promptly passed out because 1 am is way past our bedtime.

The next morning at work, I shot a note to our travel alias, a group of techies who love their travel and have been just about everywhere on earth. “Dear Travellers,” I wrote. “Please send recommendations for Hawaii. We have no children and are moderately adventurous (i.e. would love great hiking recommendations, but anything involving deep sea diving or jumping off of tall things is a no go). So a really great hotel with good design is what we’d like, since we will be lounging around reading a good deal. We also love good beaches and good food, because we’re human 🙂 GO”.

Within hours, dear reader, our entire trip was planned. People who have gone to Hawaii, it turns out, are rabidly obsessed with talking about what they did and where they stayed. It was a God send.

A few lessons I learned:

  1. $$ doesn’t buy happiness, but it does buy the flexibility to get out of really shitty situations, and that is a blessing.  A blessing that leads to happiness 😉  I’m thankful we were able to turn lemons into Lemonade, just like Beyonce (if we gonna heal, let it be GLORIUOUSSSS)

  2. Spontaneity is kinda the best. I was so excited to see friends in Dubai, but everything that has been happening domestically lately has made me uneasy to leave. Couple that with the fact that what I really need at the end of this long and brutal quarter is to commune with nature wholly, to kick off my shoes and thrown on a swimsuit and just be for a week. Spontaneous planning allows you to do what you want in that very particular moment.

  3. Rely on the wisdom of the masses! Or at the very best, a small group of people who love to travel. It takes the complete hassle out of planning a trip.

So there you have it. The trip portion anyway.

 

A few other things I have been loving lately:

1) Podcasts – specifically Pod Save America and Ezra Klein’s podcast on Vox. I can’t tell you how much listening to these has revolutionized my walk to work. They make me feel informed, educated, and relatively at peace that there are still smart voices in this world. HIGHLY recommend.

2) Pig Bleecker- A new restaurant that has opened at the corner of Bleecker and Thompson streets that serves an excellent bib lettuce salad, chick lollipops, burgers, fish and other things we crave about all the time. So happy to have a new addition to Greenwich Village. We love you already.

3) These LL Bean shearling moccasins that the husband got for me that i basically live in these days. Happy feet, happy life.

4) Big Little Lies (HBO)– I have to admit the first episode did not endear me to any of these characters but now I am completely hooked. The Celeste story line in particular is intriguing. Watch it and let me know what you think.

5) The snow today – we haven’t had a lot of it this winter and it’s always magical to me to sit and watch it fall. I needed a quiet snowy day today and this was juts the ticket!

That is about it for this much awaited dispatch. I promise not to be a stranger for too long hereafter.

xoxo

Miss Sheiky

 

 

Felice Varini Piano

Happy Friday! Five Things

Happy Friday y’alllll. As we head into this long weekend, I wanted to share five things I have been enjoying lately and a few that I am looking forward to in the coming days.

Herewith:

The Window Seat

Not my actual view (mine’s better)

So back in the day when I worked at an investment bank that may or may not have been compared to a squid, seating hierarchy meant that the most senior person on the desk sat closest to the window, and the power dynamics descended from there inward toward the center of the floor. Meaning, of course, that new associates out of business school (e.g. people who contribute even less to the organization than first year analysts) sat somewhere in the neighborhood of the copy machine. Every person walking by could see what you were doing and it was generally the worst.

I remembered that this week because we moved into new offices which are downright beautiful, and I finally got a window seat you guys. It was a major moment a good 33 years in the running, and I love every moment of it. So exsqueeze me while I gloat over here for just a second.

White Jeans

It was between Khloe K and Karlie Kloss, and you all know I don’t identify with a girl who doesn’t have a bootay.

The saddest moment of last summer was finally throwing out my white J Brands that had become so lovingly worn in and soft that they split not once but twice completely through the crotch and finally tore across the ass in a way that even the best tailor couldn’t repair. In celebration of the coming spring which I am convinced is just around the corner, I ordered a few pairs to replace my old faithfuls. This time, Frame and L’Agence won out over J Brand and I am counting the days until I can rock them again, looking 1/10th as faboosh as Khloe up there. A woman can dream.

Billions

David Costabile as Mike “Wags” Wagner in “Billions,” airing Sundays on Showtime

Billions is BACK. Which is a good thing because we have literally reached the end of Netflix, I’m not kidding. Even obscure documentaries on Victorian cooking. Phone for help- This 60 degree weather can’t come soon enough.

Anyway, Wags is the best character on Billions by a landslide. He gives zero fucks and I aspire to his no fucks givingness every damn day.

Le Coq Rico

We are celebrating a close friend’s birthday Saturday at Le Coq Rico, which is delicious and just sceney enough to convince me we are still in the game. Very excited to put on a dress for the first time in months and air kiss my loved ones over some $90 chicken.

The Whitney

I’l be rounding out the weekend at the Whitney with a dear friend I haven’t seen in what feels like years since she moved to Greenwich (that would be CT, not Timbuktu). There is a great photography exhibit on and I couldn’t be more excited to revisit the beautiful space.

 

There will be brunches and lunches and inevitably some work in between but I couldn’t be more excited for 3 days of fun and adventure and wish you very much the same! If you are in NY enjoy the beautiful weather coming our way, and report back! xoxo

Miss Sheiky