I’m working on a bit of a project at the moment, compiling a list of pop culture references that apply to Generation Y. If you feel like taking a trip down memory lane, feel free to reblog this, reply, or email me with your answers! In each category below, list examples that you feel inform/informed the flavor of Gen Y, especially things from childhood and teenage years. A few examples for...
Dogs and Men and Girls and Boys
Me: I just sent you a link to that really cute looking new cafe in the 3rd. I think we should go there and spend whole Sundays drinking coffee and reading newspapers like a New York-y married couple. Oh, except we don't have a dog. You need a dog.
French Boy: Oh yeah! That looks really charming! I want a Jack Russeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell! (And don't tell me that I'm gay.)
Le French Boyfriend and I speak a bizarre mix of Franglish or Français - normally, he speaks French and I reply in English, which never fails to bring up some bizzaro language peculiarity. A few weeks ago it was a gorgeous, sunny day, and we were walking down the Ile St. Louis in search of bread and a few household essentials. “J’ai soif,” I said to him in French. I’m...
“ADD SUV” Uffie feat. Pharrell Williams. HAWT.
Lanvin Designer Alber Elbaz: Sad, Cute, Boy With... →
I love Alber Elbaz. He is just so sad and cute, and he had the worst birthday ever. “Once Elbaz arrived in New York, the Mercer Hotel staff surprised him with an en suite card and cake. ‘Except I was all alone and I didn’t want to be that person eating an entire cake by myself in a hotel room,’ the maestro confessed. ‘So I tried to hide it, and it fell on the floor. I was too ashamed to call...
I was late today to pay my rent, and I’m always super on time. Down to the minute. Usually, my landlord and I do this at Reid Hall, a building that houses several offices of American universities. This grand building complex with an enormous center courtyard garden is in the 6th, a bit south of the Luxembourg Gardens. Going there each time feels like I’ve regressed back to 2005, when I...