Weekend Buzz Bites ~ Shanghai, Superbowl, Brunching, Brooklyn Museum & Flea

With yet another blizzard happening in New York City right now, it’s hard to believe that the weekend was so lovely and mild. But just like this fast paced, ever changing city, so is the weather, and we must accustom and reorganize ourselves to match the kind of day mother nature gives us. With that in mind, I’ve adjusted accordingly, working all day from under a comfy wrap, stopping to eat an appropriate lunch of grilled cheese and tomato soup, and planning the week ahead, mostly wondering my annual ‘how will I motivate for a cold, wintry fall ’14 Fashion week‘.

My weekend, spent mostly with an unbuttoned jacket was unbelievably only 1 day ago, but at least I can relive the warmer weather through the beauty of the recap. Here’s hoping this fickle weather ignores Phil, and decides to give us a little spring preview once again….

Friday, Jan 31, 7:30 pm. Pell Street

One of my favorite yearly traditions has always been celebrating the Chinese New Year at favorite Nyc restaurant, Joe Shanghai. Always the most crowded place on the block this time of year, people line up and take a number, awaiting a stressed out asian woman to come out and tell them their fate. After waiting, she finally emerged, noticeably annoyed and yelled out, “Number 47!!!!”. We were about to get rewarded for our patience with some amazing, communal, Chinese cooking. My friend embraced the hostess, confused by her happiness and we proceeded into the bustling restaurant ready to chow down.

Saturday, Feb 1, 12pm on…. Bedroom

Even the busiest of New Yorkers occasionally have to take some time to rest, relax and refrain from the errands, work, and habits of every day life. You know that first lazy weekend you spend laying around in bed all day with a new boyfriend. You’re comfortable enough to not have to be doing any actual activity, and relaxed enough to stay in pajamas all day without makeup. When we both woke up Saturday not feeling too hot, and in spite of the unusually mild weather, we both decided it was a perfect day to relive that first lazy weekend again. This would consist of breakfast in bed, egg sandwiches and hash browns I made and transported back to our cave for the day, followed by many, many movies, a midday latte, and in Seinfeld fashion, a perfect day spent doing nothing…

Sunday, Feb 2nd, 11:30 am. Crown Heights, Brooklyn. Bar Corvo.

Yes, I know Sunday was Superbowl. People spent their day preparing food, buying food, getting ready to host, or heading out to various superbowl parties. But like many other New Yorkers, I found myself absent from any football feeling, and instead headed out to Brooklyn to fulfill my own Super sunday. Much like the now reigning Seahawks, I’m pretty sure me and the other non Superbowl new yorkers proved that the underdog can have a pretty winning weekend after all.

1:30 pm, Brooklyn Museum. Jean Paul Gaultier Exhibit.

We moved a few block on from brunch, to the Brooklyn Museum for the Jean Paul Gaultier exhibition, a retrospective celebrating his contribution to fashion. This cutting edge exhibit actually featured life like models, including Gaultier himself, with projected faces and movement to simulate actual conversations between us and the Gaultier clad models. I have to admit, as cultured as I can be, I was a little creeped out at first, feeling like I was in a real life version of the House of Wax. However, as we moved on, and I got over the oddity of actually talking to a life like Gaultier himself, I began to be inspired and moved by all the fashion surrounding me. As we came to exit, the final room featured a screen projected image of New York City covering the entire wall, and I felt an instant comfort amid all the couture.

3 pm, Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Smorgasburg & Brooklyn Flea. 

Finally, ready for a refuel, and filled with inspiration, we headed over to Williamsburg to placate the creativity running through our veins. What better way to do that then with some shopping! The indoor Brooklyn Flea was having a Superbowl Sunday of their own with over 70 vendors, and lots of sales, and although I could have ventured carefully down each aisle for hours, we gave ourself a time limit with the hopes it would save our wallets. A little more careful then usual, I didn’t indulge, but in typical fashion, I wound up scoring some amazing finds and came home happy, full and fulfilled. Footballs not included.

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