Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Tight Skirt, Big Backpack

It looks like we ran into a grown-up Dora the Explorer on the subway.

However, we're pretty sure even Dora would know better than to wear a skirt this tight, especially one this long. It cuts off at a very awkward length. We just cannot find any redeeming qualities to this outfit. Such a big backpack just inches away from a backside covered in super tight cloth, makes our eyes drift to places they just shouldn't drift to. Plus, this skirt will guarantee the wearer to be late all day since it makes for very short and restricted strides. How many trains do you think she missed until she finally got on this one?

 Ladies, don't do this to yourself!

We do like the backpack, though--looks vintage and nice and sturdy.

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

When It's Easy Being Green

It is usually a fashion DON'T to commit to one color head to toe, unless you deliberately want to look like you are wearing a costume. However, the woman in the photo below (snapped on an NYC train) appears perfectly content, which brings us to the most important rule of fashion and style: WHO CARES what people think, the most important thing is that you feel good about your outfit.
It was honestly very refreshing to see this green on green on green combo and our moods were quite lifted that evening.
Sorry dear Kermit, it IS easy being green.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

An Otherwise Chic Outfit

Our hearts wept when we spotted this lovely girl wearing a pair of dreadful boots!
Yes, we understand she might have had eight inch stilettos in her purse and although the boots are no doubt comfy, repeat after us:
"I shall never wear camel or brown with black and white."
We love the black and white combo outfit, but Minnetonka boots should be left for the weekend. We do not care if your feet are tired. Respect chic and chic shall respect you right back!

Monday, March 24, 2014


At a store this past weekend there was a small bowl half-filled with candy that beckoned us "Reach out and take me!" There were two pouches in the bowl that looked like Conversation Hearts and even though it has been a bit more than a month since Valentine's Day, we--just like you--never say no to FREE CANDY.
It wasn't until the next day when we opened the pouch, curious to see what cheesy phrases we were lucky enough to get, that we kind of freaked out by what we saw.
What is the reason of our freak out? Take a look.

There is certainly a market for everything!
Scripture Candy has a website!
And FYI, the Candy tasted pretty good.

Saturday, January 25, 2014

When Your Laundry Bin is Full

We have all been guilty of laundry laziness- leaving our dirty clothes off on the side of the room to collect in heaps. We vow to go do it this weekend, but a fun party comes up that only needs us to throw on a sparkly skirt or a dress shirt and we're good to go. Those fancier items, it may seem, are always clean, waiting, beckoning. But when Monday rolls around, we rummage through our reject clean clothing--you know, the clothing we wear to the laundromat--the clothing we are no longer proud of, questioning the designer or our buying decisions. So, our Monday mornings sometimes look like this:
Oy. But if your Monday, or any day, does NOT look like this more power to you! We gift you with an invisible crystal award shaped like Valentino's head, because that man has impeccable clothing. Don't believe us? Read this awesome Harper's Bazaar article:

Friday, January 3, 2014

M'am, Aren't You Cold?

Sometimes we walk around New York City and realize that no, it is not actually the Fashion Capital of the World. Case in point: we saw this woman walking on Madison Ave a few weeks ago and were not sure what she tried to accomplish. Or perhaps...she got dressed in a hurry to deliver the documents in her hands?
In any case, there are many women who think wearing flats any time of the year is perfectly fine.
But here's a rule: if it's cold enough to reach for a fur coat, it is probably smarter and fashion-forward to wear boots. This is just tragic.

Friday, October 18, 2013

The Quest for the Perfect Pickle

It all started this summer when my mom and I went grocery shopping on a blistering hot Saturday during one of those infamous New York City heatwaves. You know what I'm talking about.
We were really there to buy some spring water and somehow found ourselves in the aisle where pickles are stocked. I'm not sure what came first-my mom wanting pickles from the get go or wanting pickles after finding herself in front of the countless glass cans. I think it was the latter, because sometimes you just can't help but picture eating a burger...but it needs...a certain something. A good pickle, dang it.
Mom looked around and commanded me to find a good brand of pickles. I was the wrong person to ask as I am not a very big fan of pickles or pickled anything, really. We must have stood there for more than five minutes, hopelessly reading the labels. And this must be said-I felt myself in a pickle, darn it! Finally, I took a glass can of Vlasic, that proudly read "That's one crunchy pickle!" on the cap and walked to pay hoping I made the right decision.
Well, when we came home and tasted a pickle each, we didn't even finish what we had bit into. The pickles were sour, too vinegar-y, yucky and gross and the taste took away from finding whether or not they were indeed crunchy.
Enter the very awesome Tent October 2013 List-an option to order pickles from indie food start-up that really seems to know pickles. I was impressed with the selection but ordering food online is tricky. It's like shopping for jeans. Online. Oh, the horror. I wanted something unusual, but not too unusual, nothing too spicy and something that my mom might like too, so I settled for Lynnae's Sweet Dill Spears from Tacoma, Washington, promising to be sweet and a little tart.
They arrived, I opened them without refrigerating them. Usually, they say the fantasy is better than the reality. But not these. They were the best pickles I had ever tasted. My mom would sometimes come home with a small plastic container of home-made pickles from a polish store in my neighborhood, and those were just OK. Lynnae's Mrs. Pickles pickles are flavor layered: first sweet, then sour, then a bit spicy. Just perfect and taste exactly as I had craved. This is the pickle I had been waiting for my entire life. I recommend them and think sometime in the future I might come back to purchase more. Even my mom likes them, and my mom is one tough, hard to please critic. She knows food and pickles-my grandma and her used to make their own pickled everything when they lived in the mother country-Ukraine-before coming to New York.
Plus, take a look at the super cool packaging, bag and a hand-made note the team provided with the shipment. They also attached a small chocolate sample for me. I really felt special. Good job

Only the best pickles warrant a peace sign.
Look at this cool canvas bag with a small wooden spoon/spatula attached!
My holy grail of pickled goodness!

Thanks for reading an stopping by! Also, please take a look at all the cool seminars the Tent Program has in store for 2014 for all you twenty-something Jewish kids interested in fashion, food, journalism, comedy, music, etc. I had a blast this summer, take a look on why.