I know that naked yoga exists (if only in the deep recess of my consciousness, right near the part of my brain that remembers to do taxes each year). So far, this naked yoga trend has been mostly a male-only endeavor. Go figure. Women are already weary of being leered at by mnn in their tight Lululemon pants. Chelsea’s Bold & Naked Yoga studio is foraging ahead into the all-naked yoga word. They will be the first in New York City to add all-female and co-ed nude classes to their schedule.
“If you are looking for an orgasm, you are in the wrong place,” said owner Joschi Schwarz. “I know sexuality is always in peoples’ minds and I have a feeling that a lot of people don’t know that yoga has nothing to do with sex at all…When you get rid of the clothes, you get rid of the labels — and that’s a beautiful thing.” Keep reading »
Yogis, rejoice! O’Hare International Airport in Chicago now has a yoga room! The room is open from 6 am – 10 pm, and according to aviation commissioner Rosemarie Andolino, it serves as an “oasis for passengers.” O’Hare is one of the nation’s busiest airports, so an oasis is exactly what its visitors probably need! Chicago’s other major airport, Midway, is also set to open a yoga room in the near future as well. Keep reading »
Babies are already pretty flexible (it’s not easy getting a foot in your mouth, just try it), but Gisele Bundchen and Tom Brady’s daughter Vivian is hoping to stay that way. Gisele posted this photo to Instagram, featuring she and her daughter both practicing pigeon pose. Vivian’s hip flexors need some work, but her arm extension is lovely! Namaste, cutie.
Dear dudes, let this be your subtle hint. Yoga is a good look on you. Should you need motivation to get going with your own asana practice, let these guys inspire you. Or if that doesn’t work, just imagine a room full of women practicing deep breathing and chanting the sound of OM. I guess I’m just saying…men look good in yoga pants, too. Click through to worship these real guys (and a few famous ones) who’ve managed to maneuver into some of the most difficult yoga postures.
Earlier this week, Lululemon’s founder, Chip Wilson, made a boneheaded comment in response to the sheer batch of yoga pants that the company had to recall earlier this year.
“Frankly, some women’s bodies just don’t actually work [for the yoga pants] … It’s more really about the rubbing through the thighs, how much pressure is there over a period of time, how much they use it,” Wilson said in a TV interview.
I’ll admit, I buy and wear Lululemon products. I suppose he’s right about the shape of a woman’s body affecting the wear and tear on the pants, yet there was something irksome about about his comment. Forgetting about the actual yoga pants for a moment (which happen to run about four sizes smaller than a woman’s actual size), I think what makes me (and others) bristle about Wilson’s comment is his subtext of exclusion. Keep reading »
I’ve completed my gossip cleanse and I must say, my mind feels like a once dirty carpet that’s just been steam-cleaned. On to the next quest on my journey to become a yoga teacher: practicing contentment. When I volunteered to take this on as my assignment for the month, the visual that popped into my head was me at the nail salon, flipping through the lasted issue of InStyle, while receiving a back rub. This was my image of contentment? You must have something better than that, I scolded myself.
But honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever experienced content once in my life. So I would hardly know what to imagine. Well, maybe I felt content on my week-long jaunt to Paris, while eating oysters and sipping champagne in a famous LaBelle Epoch eatery or on my first date with my boyfriend, in that moment when our conversation became so deep that the rest of the universe receded. But maybe what I was feeling in those moments was joy. The two are different. Joy is a feeling of great pleasure and happiness and contentment is a state of satisfaction. One is feeling and one is a state. When I’m getting a pedicure, I’ll be honest, I’m never in a state of satisfaction. I’m usually consumed with worry that the shade I’ve chosen looks too black on my toes or that my nail polish won’t dry fast enough for me to get to the next place I need to be on time. Keep reading »