As the humidity and temperature spike, so do our chances of heat-induced fashion problems. Every time I step onto a bus or subway or slide into a steaming car, my body sticks to the plastic on the seat and my clothes cling to my legs, delivering me to my destination stinky, clammy and busted-looking. But, no more! Here are a few ways to stay fresh and sweat-stain free. Keep reading »
With Ashley Olsen and boyfriend, Justin Bartha, doing the sightseeing thing around Paris this week and actual summer weather finally upon us, it’s vacay season! So, do celebs rock tourist style in the same way as us “civilians”? Not really. If you’re thinking flat shoes, sneakers or a fanny pack—you won’t find ‘em on stars, no matter how perilous the cobblestone streets. (Example: Check out Jake and Reese in Paris dressed just as chicly as the locals.)
I sort of have a packing problem. In theory you don’t need all that much for a weekend away, it’s only two or three days after all. I always start out very organized and plan my outfits to save space by avoiding redundancy. This forces me to think of what I will need, and that’s where I go wrong. How can I possibly pack for all the potential occasions, weather, activities, meals? There so many possibilities I just can’t plan for. I don’t know where to begin, or more appropriately, I just don’t know where to stop. That’s why I am doing a serious inventory of what one actually needs for a summer weekend away… scratch that, what a slightly obsessive fashion lovin’ gal “needs” to pack for a weekend away. Keep reading »
What better way to celebrate liberty than by letting someone ring your bell? So, this 4th of July, you should assert your independence. Your bikini line is already in tip-top summer form. You have the next day off, so no worries about kicking him out. Plus, you owe birthday sex to your country. Here’s how to fly your flag and get a man to salute you.
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Beer may be a great American product, but maybe this 4th of July, you want something a little classier to accompany your cookout. Try this champagne cocktail, which gets it’s pink hue from a dash of crème de cassis, and a fruity kick from triple sec infused berries.
- 2 cups mixed berries (blueberries, raspberries)
- Juice of one lemon
- 1/4 cup sugar
- 1/4 cup triple sec or Cointreau
- Crème de cassis (a blackcurrent liqueur)
- In a medium-sized bowl, mix berries with lemon, sugar, and triple sec. Cover and let sit in the fridge for at least two hours; the longer, the more flavorful the berry.
- After berries have marinated, strain the juice (you can save it to add a splash to your drink if you like), and spread berries on a baking sheet. Freeze until hard, usually one hour.
- Fill glass with champagne, then add a dash of cassis. Don’t mix the beverage, but let the liqueur settle in the bottom of the glass. Add a handful of the frozen berries to keep cold.
- Feel patriotic, if you must.
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The 4th of July is one of the times men really make themselves useful. I mean, think about it, this holiday has two main components: fireworks and grilling. Lighting things on fire and cooking with fire are some of the only things men can generally actually do better than us gals. So you can imagine my disappointment when I found a slew of videos that involve men messing up this holiday. It’s okay though, because these vids are hilarious. Revel in their stupidity with me, above and after the jump. Keep reading »
Imagine you are sitting in your high school English class. On your right sits Mischa Barton, soon to star on a show called the OC. On your left sits Alexandra Daddario, star on the soap opera All My Children. Behind you sits Tell Carlson, male supermodel and star of Christian Dior’s 2004 spring and summer campaign. In front of you your English teacher complains that Sarah Michelle Gellar and Julia Stiles never moaned when they read Pride and Prejudice in his class a few years ago. Class ends. You walk down the hall with your friend Polly Baird, a cast member of Broadway’s Phantom of the Opera, when Scarlett Johansson stops you and asks if she can retake your year book picture. Apparently the one she took of you last week didn’t turn out very well.
This scene is not a description from High School Musical 3 (though no one bats an eye lash when people randomly break out into song and dance), but rather one of my memory’s as a ballet dancer and student on an average day at the Professional Children’s School. Keep reading »
Sure, sure, the Founding Fathers saved us from tyranny and taxation without representation blah, blah, blah. I doubt good old George Washington or jolly Jefferson realized the danger they were placing the future of American women in. Obama is protecting us from aliens attempting to enslave the human race, but who is going to protect us from the hidden dangers that lurk in the shadows of every 4th of July party? Well, unless you invite me I can’t stop you from attempting to line dance when you have no coordination, but I can forewarn you of the most common dangers you are likely to encounter in your red, white, and blue nautical shorts. Keep reading »
The French seem to do everything better. They’ve got awesome healthcare, don’t get fat, and have closets full of Chanel. Apparently, they also know how party on the 4th of July—with a city-wide treasure hunt in Paris, called Les Trésors de Paris (the treasures of Paris). The day-long experience leads groups through sets of riddles that take them to destinations that even Paris natives might not know about like secret gardens and historical buildings. Along the way, you get to meet shopkeepers and other participating business owners. If you make it to the secret final location in time, you’re entered into a ballot from which you get the chance to win rad prizes like swank dinners, hotel stays, or special Paris walking tours. The grand prize gains the winner entrée into an annual secret cabaret that’s one of those invite-only events Parisians clamor to get into. Two other awesome things of note: the hunt was organized in part by the city itself (props to the French government), and in part by a company that specializes in making treasure hunts, which might possibly be the raddest job ever. Except of course, working for TheFrisky. [Tresorsdeparis.fr, English translation available by clicking the U.K. flag item at the bottom of the page]
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