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Thursday
Summertime Visions
Summer crept up on me, and I can't believe it's almost July, already. Here's some fodder for the onset of hot sunny days.
Wednesday
Mens Vintage Swim Style
It's been a long time coming, but here's a post with some great Retro-inspired swim options for dudes.
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| Reyn Spooner - $75 |
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| Saturdays Surf - $75 |
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| Paste - $60 at Bloomingdales.com |
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| Genuine Vintage Swim by 'Reef' - $49.99 at Glamoursurf.com |
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| Bantu - $150 at OpeningCeremony.us |
Tuesday
Retro Lady Swimwear
As the weather gets a little warmer, or in NY's case leaning in the direction of oppressively humid, I find myself fantasizing about a nice breezy beach day. With that in mind I'd like to share my selection of swim favorites with a vintage twist...
The Pin-Up Girl Maillot and The High-Waist Bikini:
The Pin-Up Girl Maillot and The High-Waist Bikini:
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| Seafolly - $148 at Anthropologie.com |
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| Seventh Wonderland - $187 at TheGrandSocial.com.au |
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| Zimmerman - $159.95 at Anthropologie.com |
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| Jean Paul Gaultier - $410 at OpeningCeremony.us |
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| Norma Kamali - $175 at Net-A-Porter.com |
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| Camilla and Marc - $88 at Anthropologie.com |
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| DVF - $135 Top, $125 Bottom - Saks.com |
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| Lover - $264 at BonaDrag.co |
Friday
Los Indios Tabajaras
Though actually hailing from Northern Brazil, this classical guitar playing brother duo were known for playing in ceremonial Indian Costume. With that in mind, and in honor of my previous post, and the onset of a true Spring... Enjoy!
Thursday
Cross Country Caper - Route 66 (Part 2)
We got an early start out of Santa Fe, making only a few stops at the obligatory Native American post, an authentically named 'Armco Gas Indian Center', and a junk shop at the continental divide 'landmark' post.
We got into Sedona by mid-day. The drive into town was a beautiful windy 2 lane highway through a grove of small trees, following down into a red rock river, which lead to breathtaking views of the canyons.
Once in town, we each had a chance to unwind with a massage from Diana at Uptown Massage. That night we had dinner at an alarming corny faux-italian-villa-style restaurant, and hunkered down for the night at The Penrose B&B. With incredible views, and hospitality it was definitively the most beautiful inn experience on our journey.
The following morning we awoke to the burning warmth of the dessert sun, and stumbled our way downstairs and onto the back porch for an impressively fresh and bountiful 3-course breakfast.
Another stop on our way out of town at a local farm stand, and indian trading post, for our last collection of trading beads and handwoven baskests; and we were off to the Grand Canyon.
Nearing the end of our journey, with still a long drive home, our stop at the Grand Canyon was short. We drove north from Sedona, and paid our respects at the South Rim.
We got into Sedona by mid-day. The drive into town was a beautiful windy 2 lane highway through a grove of small trees, following down into a red rock river, which lead to breathtaking views of the canyons.
Once in town, we each had a chance to unwind with a massage from Diana at Uptown Massage. That night we had dinner at an alarming corny faux-italian-villa-style restaurant, and hunkered down for the night at The Penrose B&B. With incredible views, and hospitality it was definitively the most beautiful inn experience on our journey.
The following morning we awoke to the burning warmth of the dessert sun, and stumbled our way downstairs and onto the back porch for an impressively fresh and bountiful 3-course breakfast.
Another stop on our way out of town at a local farm stand, and indian trading post, for our last collection of trading beads and handwoven baskests; and we were off to the Grand Canyon.
Nearing the end of our journey, with still a long drive home, our stop at the Grand Canyon was short. We drove north from Sedona, and paid our respects at the South Rim.
Our stop for that night would be Barstow, California. We made a pit-stop along the way for a late lunch of burgers and root beer floats, at Mr. D's.
The night in Barstow, was relatively unremarkable, and the only thing worth mentioning was the much needed morning dip-off in the motel pool. The next morning it was a quick drive up HWY 5, and home again home again jiggity jog. Now in the comforts of Martinez, CA it was time for a homemade blackberry pie, with berries fresh-from-the-back-garden berries.
Ahhh...what a trying journey it was!
Friday
Cross Country Caper - Route 66 (Part 1)
As the weather remains in a seemingly hopeless state of perpetual winter, I can only dream about days of warmth and sunshine. With that in mind, I'd like to share some details and imagery from a cross country journey...
A few years back, in a momentary lapse of rational thought; my brother, mother, and I piled into Mom's Hyundai for an 8 day cross-country excursion. Starting out in Brooklyn, we made a stop at Trader Joe's to load up our cooler with the necessary survival snacks: Gourmet Hummus, Organic Mixed Juices, Seasoned Vegetable Chips... only the necessities. With no real plan in mind, we decided to rocket accross Pennsylvania, and Ohio as quickly as possible and pick up Route 66 around St. Louis.
In an effort to keep our trip as authentic as possible (I often thought of our ancestors traveling accross this great nation of ours in their covered wagons, staving off 'Indians', starvation, and illness) we decided the most 'rustic' thing to do was to stay in local Bed & Breakfasts the whole way. Our first night was in a little B&B in Columbus, we got in real late, hunkered down for a good nights rest, and woke to the smell of oven baked herby eggs. After a short stop downtown to pick up some additional provisions, a Mophie IPhone charging pack for me, and some expensive hand lotion for "the car"; we were on our way. Rocketing towards St. Louis we made our first stop, of many, paying homage to our Native American brothers and sisters at the Drifstone Pueblo Indian Crafts Center.
About halfway to our end destination for the night, we stumbled upon Blue Springs Pie Shop. Where after indulging in 3 of their flavors, we all agreed it was the finest piece of pie any of us had ever eaten on the road between Columbus and St. Louis.
A few years back, in a momentary lapse of rational thought; my brother, mother, and I piled into Mom's Hyundai for an 8 day cross-country excursion. Starting out in Brooklyn, we made a stop at Trader Joe's to load up our cooler with the necessary survival snacks: Gourmet Hummus, Organic Mixed Juices, Seasoned Vegetable Chips... only the necessities. With no real plan in mind, we decided to rocket accross Pennsylvania, and Ohio as quickly as possible and pick up Route 66 around St. Louis.
In an effort to keep our trip as authentic as possible (I often thought of our ancestors traveling accross this great nation of ours in their covered wagons, staving off 'Indians', starvation, and illness) we decided the most 'rustic' thing to do was to stay in local Bed & Breakfasts the whole way. Our first night was in a little B&B in Columbus, we got in real late, hunkered down for a good nights rest, and woke to the smell of oven baked herby eggs. After a short stop downtown to pick up some additional provisions, a Mophie IPhone charging pack for me, and some expensive hand lotion for "the car"; we were on our way. Rocketing towards St. Louis we made our first stop, of many, paying homage to our Native American brothers and sisters at the Drifstone Pueblo Indian Crafts Center.
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| Here Josh found his inner spirit is a Native American Snake Charmer. |
After the exhaustive task of pie-eating and coffee drinking, it was back into the Hyundai, and off to St. Louis. That evening, we found a great little B&B just outside downtown St. Louis, called Dwell 912. After a rustic dinner at a 5-star up and coming restaurant, we hit the hay stack for some much needed rest.
After a grueling night's rest on our fluffy down pillows, and a breakfast of Tennessee eggs, with cheese and Jalapeno, it was off to Shaw's for a cup of artisanal brew. Then it was back on the road, and off to Oklahoma City.
Highlights along the way included:
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| Passing an awesome gang of bikers, in Canadian Tuxedos (that's jean jackets paired with jeans) |
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| a pit-stop at another Native American Trading Post |
The Meramac Caverns and Gift Shop, the alleged hide-out of Jesse James
The Route 66 Mule Trading Post, where several Johnny Cash and Loretta Lynn LP's were purchased
and a late lunch and dessert at Crosstown BBQ and Andy's Frozen Custard stand in Springfield, MO
That night was our finest B&B experience to date. Just outside Oklahoma City, with belly's swimming with pulled pork and frozen custard, we found ourselves driving back and forth through the pitch black night of rural OK in search of The Red Rooster Caboose & Inn. After 2 or 3 loops back, we saw in the distance, just over the hill, the top of the Red and Yellow engine cabooses peaking back at us. Inside the ornately decorated 'Main House', our host Debra Jeanne greeted us with homemade warm nut bread heaped with a mound of whipped cream, and glasses of Sangria, which she had filled to the rim from a growler of Carlo Rosso found in the crisper drawer of her fridge.
A night in the Yellow Caboose car, left my mother an I feeling like true pioneers, and we were happy to wake to a breakfast of bean and cheese slathered eggs, biscuits and gravy, and fruit.
A photo-op outside, courtesy of Debra Jeanne, and we were on our way.
That morning it was off to Santa Fe, NM, with stops at:
Another series of Indian Trading posts, where I purchased a pair of dusty blue mocassin boots, my double Wolf-Face spirit animal dress (which would remain the staple of my wardrobe for the remainder of the trip), and oggled some navajo princess braid keepers.
Lunch that day was in Amarillo, TX at Jorge's Taco Garcia.
We then took a detour on the old Route 66 through Tucumcari and Santa Rosa, NM.
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| Danford Dan's Music Shop: The hand written sign in the window reads: "Socialism not the change we need in the world" |
There was a storm in the distance as we drove into Santa Fe. It was quick to pass, and left the most incredible light show.
That night dinner, was at the best restaurant we'd been to thus far. A little place called Cafe Pasqual's, a pueblo-style adobe restaurant, with a menu filled with fresh ingredients, and subtle spices; it's an absolute must-try if you're in the area.
That night we stayed at the lovely, and hospitable Guadalupe Inn.
The next morning it was off to Sedona, AZ.
**TO BE CONTINUED**
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