Monthly Archives: April 2012

I’ve wanted to put colored streaks in my hair since The O.C. season 2, when Marisa Cooper dated Alex (Olivia Wilde!), the bad ass bar manager with bleach blonde hair run through with a bright purple streak.

Last summer, dip-dyed pastel hair started popping up everywhere, and though I admired from afar I was too chicken to mess up my natural strawberry blonde with something possibly staining. So when NYLON asked me to test out a temporary neon hair powder promising to wash out in one shampoo, I immediately said yes.

Hair Flairs’ Color Rub is an eyeshadow-looking tub that rubs onto locks easily, fades gradually, and washes out with one shampoo). Within 5 minutes I had purple-y fuschia lowlights (the red in my hair made it a little pinker than advertised). Sealed with leave-in conditioner, it’s lasted pretty well; it faded a bit yesterday, so I re-applied before bed, braided my hair, and woke up with fresh color intact and no pillow staining. 18 hours after first brush, I’m still plummy.

At only $13 a pop and with enough powder to last at least three applications, it a cheap way to try candy-colored strands without salon permanence. Perfect for a night out, a concert, or to ease yourself into a real dye job.

And with 10 bright shades to choose from, it’ll complement pretty much any skin tone or hair color. I’m sold. Next step: the real thing?


MetroCards are an instantly recognizable NYC symbol. But recognition can also mean boring; why not jazz it up, since so many people swipe every day?

That’s what Melanie Chernock thought, too. The SVA student started The MetroCard Project to bring a little art (other than graffiti) to the subways.

From plays on the old subway tokens to the “neighborhood series”–alphabet soup letters for Alphabet City, raw meat font for Meatpacking District, etc.–to homages to NYC staples (pretzels!), the designs are totally unique and much cooler than the current yellow-and-blue card.

Check the gallery for a couple of my favorite designs. She doesn’t have a show yet, but maybe if we’re lucky the MTA will catch on.

I was supposed to go see The Vaccines at Webster Hall last night.

I did not, because I had to write, and I am a total regret-filled idiot.

As proof below is the video for “Wetsuit,” which I’ve been playing all day and kicking myself. I dare you not to feel sentimental.

BUT I also had another reason for wanting to go: The fantastic new band (which I wrote about here!) The Drowners, from BK, was the first opening band and I was hoping to see them live. They do a modern take on the “angry young men”, short pops of punk songs a la The Cure. Pretty swell. But I was a weanie and missed it all. #regrets.

My friend Andrew, who runs the menswear blog Work Shirts At The Opera, and I recently paired up for a little collage swap of summer style curated by the opposite sex (see mine here!). Andrew’s great at inspiration boards and pulled sartorial cues from film, so it was cool to see a guy’s take on girl’s warm weather looks: especially since most men would show you nothing but a string bikini. This look marries beach bum ease with a pulled-together Montauk sensibility: perfect for NYC girls who don’t really do the surfer look.

While a girl rocking menswear classics like selvedge jeans and oxford cloth shirts can be extraordinarily cool–just look here for proof–summer is the time to ditch the heavyweight denim and reach for something breezy and feminine. Look no further than these brands that nail that look perfectly with an outfit that will take you from SoHo to the beach without missing a beat. Grab some friends, some sunscreen, and a good paperback and hit the beach with plenty of style.

Adjust the layers as necessary: the sexy bikini for sunbathing, drapey tank for grabbing lunch on the boardwalk, and the shirt for when the temperature drops before your nighttime bonfire… or for wherever else your day takes you. We can’t all live in Southern California, but we can at least dress like it.

–Andrew Craig

girl. by Band of Outsiders floral mini skirt ($295)
Rag & Bone new 88 shirt ($255)
T by Alexander Wang tank ($74)
Gilly Hicks Rockdale bikini ($49)
J.Crew skinny classic flip-flops ($16)
Burkman Bros. woven beach bracelets ($30)
Jack Spade dipped industrial canvas coal bag ($195)
Wintercheck Factory time-honored sunglasses ($100)

Remember those Lisa Frank nails I did awhile back? Meet the girl behind the tutorial, Fleury Rose, and the summer-tastic, Malibu Barbie-at-a-rave nails she did for me this weekend.

I was lucky enough to sit down with Fleury at Tomahawk Salon (maybe the coolest space in the city. It doubles as a vintage store, and shares the Bushwick building with a coffeeshop, gallery, art studios, and vintage boutiques), where she gives manicures on the weekends, for a little piece on another site coming out soon. She’s lovely and a lot of fun–we shared tales of vintage shopping and getting in fights with bottles of nail glue–and her designs are unlike anyone else’s I’ve seen not just in New York (good luck finding a salon to do custom gel tie-dye patterns or paint a Batman symbol on your pinkie) but on most nail blogs.
I told her I loved neon, glitter, and leopard print, and she went to town. The result: Amazing! I’m obsessed.

If you’re looking for a unique mani in the city, she’s your girl. And if you’re not in NYC, check out her Tumblr for DIY tutorials.

Side note: Tomahawk is the coolest salon

It’s a bold statement, but I stand by it: Jack White is, frankly, one of the most talented musicians of his generation, and certainly of modern day rock. His guitar skills are legendary, his instruments unadulterated, and his music a much-needed return to the hard playing, unelectronic, soulful rock that first defined the genre.

We’ve waited through The White Stripes, The Raconteurs, and The Dead Weather for a White solo album, and, as of one week from today, that wait will be over.

Blunderbuss, White’s first full-length solo endeavor, drops on April 24th, but because the world just can’t wait any longer, iTunes is streaming it for free right now.

The singles “Love Interruption” and “Sixteen Saltines,” which dropped in January and early April, respectively, gave us a taste of White’s ardent blues rock. The album follows suit, with homages to the Nashville sound White so loves skewed with his grunge/punk tendencies for a distinct sound of good old rock ‘n’ roll.

I’m getting antsy just listening to the album–I recently bought tickets to Firefly music festival this summer, where White is headlining with The Black Keys. The prospect of hearing this phenomenal music live is just too much.