“It Really Was Raining”

For my day job, I do more writing, which includes interviewing interesting people. Like models. You know, those gorgeous sirens you see on the cover of magazines and towering billboards.

They often tell me how they always look so immaculate, as well as what shooting for those covers are really like. It usually involves dipping their near-nude figures in an ice cold beach just when the sun rises for the best lighting and wearing sweat-inducing armor for couture hours on end.

If we could all look like this 1950s model in the rain.
If we could all look like this 1950s model in the rain.

I would always think to myself, Well surely it can’t be that bad. Just look at you. The world is your giant oyster and it offers all the pearls you want.

Well, I got a taste of it. Somewhat.

While visiting South Street Seaport one semi-gloomy (and unusually chilly) Saturday during the summer season, I was compelled to be photographed to remember the time I went all the way downtown. Then, it started to rain. Jordan suggested to use the umbrella as a prop. This was the result.

Photo by Jordan Race
Photo by Jordan Race

But reader, it really was raining. Fat, ice cold droplets of water were smacking my face, the wind was blowing each minute with full vengeance, and my hair provided unforgiving whiplashes. But nope. I was going to get my picture. I guess this is what real models go through.

Photo by Jordan Race
Photo by Jordan Race

My dress is a vintage 1970s bohemian pink floral maxi from the West Village. The label is unknown, but I love how easy-breezy it is for the summer. The gown makes me feel as if I’m ready to stroll through the streets of Tuscany. I added a wide leather corselet belt to accentuate my waist and avoid that dreaded pajama feel.

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You can get a similar look: ’90s grunge pink maxi for $34.50, a soft rayon maxi for $39, a 1970s butterfly sleeve non-floral pink maxi for $40, or a more tannish floral maxi for $48. If you’re looking to splurge, I really like this 1970s-inspired coral maxi for $98 or this 1930s French gown from Paris for $148.25. When shopping from Etsy, always make sure to note the measurements provided on any listing and don’t hesitate to reach out to the vendors with any sizing concerns you may have. I always do.

Photo by Jordan Race
Photo by Jordan Race

Even in the rain, I let my hair down (literally). But I must tell you, those Goody Spin Pins are a must-have for a quick bun. They’re less than $10.

Photo by Jordan Race
Photo by Jordan Race

And smiled, wearing Revlon’s pinky-red “Cherries in the Snow” creme lipstick. It’s also less than $10.

But in the end, there were cocktails to be found at Fresh Salt. I had the cup of rosé while Jordan sipped on a bourbon cocktail. Both were divine.

Drinks at Fresh Salt.
Drinks at Fresh Salt.

I’m certainly not a model. But at least I can now say I played one. In the rain. It was messy. But worth it. Now I can go back to eating my burger.

The end.
The end.

Becoming Beyonce (for a Night)

Beyonce Knowles and I have a lot in common. We’re both occasional vegans. We’re so over Destiny’s Child. We’re also mega pop stars dressed by Thierry Mugler.

Fierce.
Fierce.

Alright, that last part just applies to Beyonce. But there’s one other thing we do have in common. We’re all about the finer things in life.

That Carbone cheesecake is looking mighty fine right about now.
That Carbone cheesecake is looking mighty fine right about now.

Beyonce and her husband, rap mogul Jay Z, are one of many reportedly spotted at Manhattan’s hottest restaurant: Carbone. Anyone who’s anyone dines at this old (but fairly new) school joint. Upon entering, you’ll feel as if you’re transported back to the 1940s and Frank Sinatra is serenading to you while Ava Gardner is caressing her champagne flute nearby.

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Frank and Ava.

It’s a culinary palace where girls are  giddy as their lovers order rum-fueled mai tais, your servers or “captains” wear Zac Posen tuxedos, and a sea of plump lobster ravioli fills your tummy.

My mai tai and I are getting along quite nicely.
My mai tai and I are getting along quite nicely.

It’s no wonder Bey and her posse come here to eat. For my night out with Jordan at Carbone, I wore this red hot chiffon dress by Walter Baker, a New York City-based designer whose pieces can be found in retailers, like Bloomingdale’s and Saks. He hasn’t dressed Beyonce, but it’s because Rihanna took that spot.

Photo by Jordan Race.
Photo by Jordan Race.

But just like Queen Bee, I paired my ensemble with a bottle of Armand de Brignac, also known as Ace of Spades. You could get a bottle of the coveted champagne for around $300, but if you have over two grand, consider their more extravagant 30-liter bottle of rosé. I hear it’s quite fabulous.

Photo by Jordan Race.
Photo by Jordan Race.

Beyonce was spotted pouring the pricey bubbly in a hot tub for a music video (come on guys, that’s just water, right…right?!), but I donated mine to the beau instead. He apparently felt head over heels for its crisp, golden apple notes.

Baller.
Baller.

Unfortunately for me, I only discovered excess notes of creamy butter, which was a bit too rich for my taste (no pun intended). Perhaps I’m just a Dom girl like Marilyn Monroe, but I’m not opposed to exploring Armand’s take on rosé for another night.

Sometimes you need something more than diamonds.
Sometimes you need something more than diamonds.

So Beyonce if you’re reading this, hit a girl up. We can toss some bubbly, go shopping, and argue over who runs the world. I’m going with girls. Just saying.

Photo by Jordan Race.
Photo by Jordan Race.