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Williamsburg Walkabout

In my six years in NYC, I have lived two in Harlem, three in Chelsea, and now one in South Brooklyn. Each neighborhood boasted a proximity to other neighborhoods that I could explore in my spare time. While in Harlem, I would often walk south to Morningside Heights, or east to Spanish Harlem. In Chelsea, I would go down to Meatpacking and through the West Village on a weekly basis. Now, in South Brooklyn, I find myself drawn to Red Hook, and Fort Greene. But, for the first time in my life I have direct access to the G Train, and with that comes North Williamsburg (and Southern Greenpoint).

Williamsburg, for me at least, was always the trendy cousin of Manhattan: great for clever outdoor markets, special (raw, vegan, fusion, truffle, buzzword) birthday dinners, spotting all-black-clad models / gallery girl rejects, counting tattoos, and sipping French press coffee. But honestly, I never thought of the neighborhood as an actual residence. It was more like a rowdy vacation home.

With ease of access only a few stops away, the seventies vinyl siding of North Williamsburg’s less than stellar architectural remnants is now only minutes away.

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“I come from nowhere Brooklyn, New York. Williamsburg, Brooklyn. These days Williamsburg is kind of a hip area, but when I grew up there, the taxi drivers wouldn’t even go over the bridge, it was so dangerous.” – Barry Manilow

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Office Holiday Party

It’s that time of year when Uber prices surge because of snow and sludge, the L train can’t be trusted, and cold hearts melt or grow 3 sizes too big. My studio, Brooklyn United, a web development and digital marketing agency, takes the idea of being “culture-led” very seriously. This year, we rapidly expanded, and chose a restaurant to match our motley retinue. We wound up in Bed-Stuy at Bedford Hall, a remarkably preserved slice of the prohibition era.

This combination of a cozy eatery, lounge, shuffleboard space, and pool hall is modeled after your uncle’s warm library, or like a scene out of Clue. Comfy leather chairs, minus the pretentious vibe.  We came for the drink specials, and stayed for the surprise burlesque show!

My favorite part of the night, perhaps, was the fact that my husband donned a velvet smoking blazer replete with a satin color. He looked sharp! (I’m also in velvet, sporting a vintage LBD) Or, maybe it was when I won the award for “Deepest Reservoir of Obscure Facts (literature and fantasy edition) along with the beautiful, hardcover book Schottenfreude: German Words for the Human Condition. Regardless of best moment, I am thankful for a such a fun way to kickoff the holiday season.

Whenever and wherever your holidays, have a merry time! Thank you so much to the super talented, Brooklyn-based photographer, Yoonography, for the photographs in this post.

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A Lovely Universe

Off the action of bustling Atlantic Avenue, which is a shopping destination in itself, sits an unassuming, postage-stamp sized boutique called A Lovely Universe.  This charming setup is chockfull of Parisian-inspired girly delights, featuring one of a kind jewelry and vintage inspired items for lady, baby and home.

Like happening into Narnia’s closet, or through a secret (albeit: fashionable) portal, the shop is nestled neatly onto Bond Street in Boerum Hill. You can almost miss it!
Upon entering, I saw the young owner, Sarah Cunningham, sitting cozy at the front desk, surrounded by delicate necklaces. Later we began to speak once she complimented my choice in a recently arrived Fair Isle sweater with side slits. Exceedingly open and charming, the shop matches Sarah’s approachable personality. No pretense; just happily curated wares!
If you’re looking for the perfect compliment to a Sunday stroll with warm coffee, and a hot croissant, visit A Lovely Universe. This quaint, perfectly decorated shop will have you “oohing” and “ahhing” (or painting your lips or nails a classic red) in no time.

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 ‘listen: there’s a hell of a good universe next door; let’s go’ — E.E. Cummings