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Letter from Birmingham Jail
I always felt for the African American plight. Maybe it’s because I am a Jew and have experienced anti-semitism. Or maybe because I felt for the ones who did not get picked for kickball. For the ones who we made fun of in school. For all those that did not speak up for themselves. But mostly, I…
Icon of The Day: Catherine Malandrino
Those moments when clothes can succinctly reveal your soul to the world can be so powerful. In 2003, I bought a pair of Catherine Malandrino black pants ruched below the knee with built-in boot covers from her NY Canyon collection at Century 21. I felt like a badass. A real outlaw. And I was. They…
Icon of The Day: Veterans
I took these photos last year in Reisterstown, Maryland visiting my Dad. We were picking up Chinese food. First, I saw the clothes on the ground and then looked up and saw it was a Marine recruiting center. I kneeled down and saw the note, “Give this to your next Marine, I’m finished.” I froze.…
Icon of The Day: Pierre Cardin Car Interiors–Decadent like Jay-z’s New Gatsby Soundtrack:
During the 1972 and 1973 model years 4,152 Javelins were produced with optional interior design by fashion designer Pierre Cardin. This collaboration is as perfectly decadent as Baz Luhrmann’s Gatsby’s Jay-Z/3D union (read Maureen Dowd’s opinion of the film here). If I ever get a car, I want Chanel to create my own special air freshner to hang…
Icon of The Day: MLK
Originally published in the Huffington Post. Every year on Martin Luther King Day I read Letter From Birmingham Jail. I imagine Dr. King sitting in his jail cell, selecting each word carefully and neatly writing them in the margins of the newspapers and scrap papers, which bestowed the letter’s original form. The Letter was written…
Icon Of The Day: Vintage Playboy
Originally published in the Huffington Post. I was introduced to Playboy magazine at my dad’s apartment complex, which my mom called International — an abstract name so my brother and I wouldn’t notice they were divorced. Where’s daddy? He’s not at home. He’s at International, she’d answer. I didn’t understand divorce, let alone Playboy’s Party…