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I first stumbled upon Journelle’s smokey gray walls and sultry, Tocca-scented store in Union Square in 2008. This store is the perfect lingerie store for women in their mid-twenties who love the idea of La Perla but can’t quite bring themselves to pay hundreds of dollars for a bra and underwear set that only they might see. The selection is well-curated, the fitting rooms are luxurious, and the shop girls are always helpful. I love Victoria’s Secret as much as the next, but this brand screams special occasion and high fashion.
Last night I had a Japanese themed night that began with a sushi dinner and ended with a viewing of Jiro Dreams of Sushi, a heartwarming documentary about Jiro Ono, a Michelin award-winning sushi chef.
JIRO DREAMS OF SUSHI is the story of 85-year-old Jiro Ono, considered by many to be the world’s greatest sushi chef. He is the proprietor of Sukiyabashi Jiro, a 10-seat, sushi-only restaurant inauspiciously located in a Tokyo subway station. Despite its humble appearances, it is the first restaurant of its kind to be awarded a prestigious three-star Michelin Guide rating, and sushi lovers from around the globe make repeated pilgrimage, calling months in advance and shelling out top dollar for a coveted seat at Jiro’s sushi bar.
Although it is unlikely that I will make it to Jiro’s restaurant in the near future (Japan is a little far and out of reach at the moment), I still think it is possible to find excellent sushi in NYC. Each New Yorker has her own favorite and I am partial to Blue Ribbon Sushi.
As it turns out, Elizabeth Olsen might be more of a foodie than I am. She travels with her own seasonings (sea salts to be specific), has attempted to butcher her own lamb, keeps a warm spot in her heart for bolognese at Bar Pitti, and has a similar affection for/fascination with Eric Ripert. Take me to Il Buco, Lizzie; I am great company.
In case you needed more reasons to be excited for fall, New York Magazine comes out with a “Fall Flavor: 41 Things We’re Psyched to Eat (and Drink) This Season” slide show highlighting all the delicious meats and stews and soups and whiskeys a warm blooded girl in 40-degree weather could ask for. Fatty Cue and Prime Meats, see you next week.
Wow, the Alexander McQueen exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art is disturbing, beautiful, and surrealist. The exhibition is guided by somber music and gilded mirrored walls. The hologram of Kate Moss is especially moving.
Yesterday was Manhattanhenge, the urban phenomenon for when the sun aligns perfectly with Manhattan’s grid. Apparently, to the get the best glimpse of sunset you’re supposed to walk as far east as possible and arrive a half-hour before the designated time to watch the sunset. In between commercials of The Bachelorette (roughly around 8:15pm), I snuck out of my apartment to take a peak. I saw nothing. Was I doing it wrong? Was I too late. Too early? Luckily for me (and for us?) July 11-12th offer another chance to bask in the glory of this Significant Astronomical Event. The Hayden Planetarium writes:
What will future civilizations think of Manhattan Island when they dig it up and find a carefully laid out network of streets and avenues? Surely the grid would be presumed to have astronomical significance, just as we have found for the pre-historic circle of large vertical rocks known as Stonehenge, in the Salisbury Plain of England. For Stonehenge, the special day is the summer solstice, when the Sun rises in perfect alignment with several of the stones, signaling the change of season.
For Manhattan, a place where evening matters more than morning, that special day comes twice a year. For 2011 they fall on May 30th, and July 12th, when the setting Sun aligns precisely with the Manhattan street grid, creating a radiant glow of light across Manhattan’s brick and steel canyons, simultaneously illuminating both the north and south sides of every cross street of the borough’s grid. A rare and beautiful sight. These two days happen to correspond with Memorial Day and Baseball’s All Star break. Future anthropologists might conclude that, via the Sun, the people who called themselves Americans worshiped War and Baseball.
Photo Source: Gothamist