Living in New York City is like no where else. Sometimes I am on the subway during a particularly horrific commute and wonder to myself, “Why am I doing this? No one anywhere else puts themselves through something like this every single day.” I’ve spoken with friends and always come up with the same answer: “Because it’s New York City.” There’s no where else I’d rather be at this point in my life (other than London but that’s a whole different can) and I’ve been very lucky in many ways thus far.
In 2011 I left beloved south Brooklyn and moved to Greenpoint. The apartment was an amazing deal and I was getting to live alone for the first time in New York. How many people can say they’ve done that? (How many people without a trust fund at least). Sure, my apartment didn’t have floors (just unfinished plywood) and I had to pay over a thousand dollars to install my own window gates, but I have been smitten with this place since I first saw it.
One of the first things I did upon moving in was install IKEA flooring in the kitchen. As reasonable as IKEA may be, flooring is expensive, and with the cost of paying someone to install it (believe me, you need someone to install it), I was in no position financially to install flooring in every room. Being that kitchens involve food, and food is gross and falls places, I felt like it should take priority. After speaking with my contractor, I decided I could swing re-tiling the bathroom at the same time, which was in a pretty bad state.
I could speak for hours on the home improvements that went on, but the point is that a year and a half later, operation floor refresh was complete. My boyfriend Ben moved in with me and finally we were financially able to pay for flooring in the rest of the apartment. Throughout this process many people told me I was crazy to put so much work and money into a rental. They’d always ask, “Did your landlord have you take it out of your rent?” I became more resentful each time this came up and finally realized why. Design aesthetic has always been important to me and home has been just as much so. With the money I’m saving by living in this deal of an apartment (and believe me, it is a deal even by other city standards), I am happily able to put some of that money into making my house feel more like a home. Sure, I’m not likely to stay here forever, but even after two years, I can say it’s been worth the craziness, the renovations, and yes, even the paint in my hair. xx
*I have to add a thank you to Ben for staying sane when I insisted we paint my bright turquoise bedroom (he had yet to move in) peach over the course of one night. Last week I decided I want to change to white. I think I’m on my own on this one.
A New Toy and Lots of Pop
Last week I made the largest, most adult purchase ever and upgraded up D300S with a D600. I’m going full frame! I’ve been terrified the entire time from spending lots of my savings to learning all new muscle memory since Nikon has decided to change button placement on every model. I took the new camera (and new lenses) out on Sunday as Ben and I had tickets to NYC Popfest at Littlefield. We caught quite a few bands but my reason for going was to see the cutest band that ever lived called Alpaca Sports. The band doesn’t even have an album out yet but the song “I Was Running” will be in your head forever.
If this is anything more than a misplaced Onion article, I’m going to be very upset.
Don’t mind me. Is this confusing for you?
Cody, the screaming dog, pretty much shares my physical and emotional pain today.
Sometimes, actually almost all the time, I think that the people I know are way too awesome and I shrink away in their awesomeness. In a situation such as this, It’s important to share the awesome-osity with you. Todd Bieber, you are awesomest for helping Abbi Jacobson, whom I’m sure is awesome too, discover the sender of this 70 year-old lost letter.
Hey internet. A letter from Lt. Joseph O. Matthews was delivered to my friend Abbi’s apartment nearly 70 years after it was sent. It was addressed to Mrs. Joseph O Matthews. We’re now trying to find the intended receiver or their relatives and finally deliver the letter. Watch the video, check out what I’ve learned so far, and join in the search. If you find anything, contact us on Facebook or our website or post it on twitter using the hashtag #lostletterproject
It’s been like basically forever. So much so that I basically have given this up entirely. To celebrate the Yahoo/Tumblr deal, what better to post than the new internet sensation from the one and only Erin Bradley. Erin has added Park Slope Family Circus to her list of already rad achievements.
It’s been so long since I posted anything that I hardly could navigate the slightly altered look of Tumblr. I’m now a verified Pinterest user, which is where I am most of the time these days so find me there under @Sarah Bibi. Perhaps I’ll find my way back here soon.
I should probably stop reading Rachel Eakley’s Tumblr.
Last night Sinkane rocked Brooklyn Bowl’s Local X Local show with support from Pegasus Warning and Zongo Junction. It was a particularly special show as it also marked the band’s LP release. Click the link above for more of my pictures on Brooklyn Vegan. Can’t wait to see these guys get huge.
Shall We Slowdance?
As I mentioned in my previous post, I had been hearing the buzz about a local Brooklyn band called Slowdance throughout CMJ this year. I caught their set at the Inland Empire showcase at Union Pool on the final night of the marathon. I too, was enamored.
Can you believe I’ve never seen a show at Union Pool? I never realized this till CMJ assigned me a showcase at the venue. Happily, I was able to shoot the buzziest of bands, Sinkane on Ahmed’s own day of birth and at their last of no less than five CMJ performances. Slowdance, (also Brooklyn-based), played a stellar dancey set, and surpassed all the rave whisperings I had heard over the past week. Weeknight and We Can’t Enjoy Ourselves also performed. (I think they enjoyed themselves). Photos of the other sets coming soon!
Since I like puns, this post’s title is a play on words, inspired by local band Ambassador’s single “Unconsolable.” I posted a link to their unsettling yet phenomenal music video a couple weeks ago and was lucky enough to catch their set at No Pulp Music’s afternoon showcase yesterday at Arlene’s Grocery. Spending time with the ladies of No Pulp was perfect consolation for missing all my all of CMJ due to illness. You can see a badly filmed video clip of Ambassador’s performance on YouTube.
I also caught American Authors (pictured directly above) and the fabulously mesmerizing Catey Shaw (below). Quick! Someone sign that lady!
Favorite live show discovery of CMJ 2012 thus far? Conveyor! Conveyor! This Brooklyn band has been on my radar for a while now and I was determined to catch one of their many (seven!) live shows at CMJ this year after including them in my Brokelyn guide to free CMJ. I’ve been pretty sick since Tuesday which has made it hard to fulfill my assignments for CMJ, let alone fit in the extra sets I was hoping to catch. Today was the first day my body began to mend and I was able to stop by nearby venue Spike Hill for the Lovely Hearts Paper Garden Record Showcase. The men of Conveyor convey (ahem) a wonderful energy and I promise next time, when I’m feeling better, I’ll tear up the dance floor.
I’ve spent the past week compiling a list of free official and unofficial CMJ 2012 shows for you badgeless folks out there. Check it out on Brokelyn!