i am officially on holiday. well, working holiday SO KEEP THE MANDAL COMMENTARY coming. but anyway, posts may be a bit few and far between.

well, wasn’t that beautiful? new york city pitch black with only candles and a brilliant moon for light. i love it when the city is forced to step outside of itself, to introspect for just a moment in it’s ever-pulsing pace.

and some news that made me alternately cry and scream with happiness, proud to annouce esteemed poet and dear friend, raymond mcdaniel, has won the 2003 national poetry series. go rayray!

i am officially on holiday. well, working holiday SO KEEP THE MANDAL COMMENTARY coming. but anyway, posts may be a bit few and far between.

well, wasn’t that beautiful? new york city pitch black with only candles and a brilliant moon for light. i love it when the city is forced to step outside of itself, to introspect for just a moment in it’s ever-pulsing pace.

today on the subway, inspired by the woman sitting across from me’s black pointed flats with their 80’s heel, i fell into a reverie about my gunmetal gray-taupe mia’s. WHY didn’t i save those? why why why? if i had i would be able to take those wonderful pointy toed, just-so wedge-heeled lovely, cushy, comfortable […]

today on the subway, inspired by the woman sitting across from me’s black pointed flats with their 80’s heel, i fell into a reverie about my gunmetal gray-taupe mia’s. WHY didn’t i save those? why why why? if i had i would be able to take those wonderful pointy toed, just-so wedge-heeled lovely, cushy, comfortable […]

matthew simonelli, costume designer and stylist extraordinaire writes in, re: the mandal: “i believe i have seen the boys of chelsea in peddle pushers and fancy slides, and the boys of the east village wearing their dirty jeans with rubber flip-flops. however, i believe a mandal is a woven leather sandal made by bass or […]