Yipster

"I like this generation of young folk. Their food is terrific, and they find even the most..."

bridgetmoloney — Wed, 01 May 2013 20:24:40 -0700

“I like this generation of young folk. Their food is terrific, and they find even the most insignificant things “awesome.” I admire their adventuresome quality vis-à-vis fixed-gear bike-riding and their non-prudishness in the face of nudity. Yes, their attention to detail on the fronts of locavorism and beard care can verge on the precious, but I’d much rather have a young Abe Lincoln serve me his roof-grown mâche than I would have an F. Scott Fitzgerald vomit all over my straw boater. Today’s twentysomethings are self-respecting, obvi.”

- http://www.nytimes.com/2013/05/02/fashion/williamsburg.html

Baby Names--not pregnant

bridgetmoloney — Tue, 12 Mar 2013 00:10:27 -0700

A few years ago my sister turned me on to the blog Marginamia. The author collects interesting names from the world around her; books, movies, blogs, catalogues (The Names of J.Crew). I credit the blog with helping me become more catholic in my (totally theoretical at this point) name collecting. Marginamia has one entry dedicated to Finnish craftspeople of note and another to alternatives to Harlow and Marlo. Both entries are equally valid and I am really, seriously, not judging anyone for anything they might name or not name anyone. So today, when the Graceland station on Pandora (may I recommend it, particularly if you are driving over the Cahuenga pass in a fuel efficient vehicle and you are feeling totally fine about aging, so fine you can listen to “Dad Rock”, even though you realize that soon “Dad Rock” will mean something else and Paul Simon and David Byrne will be “Gramps Rock”), I was pleased to listen to 50 Ways To Leave Your Lover. There are some really good names in there:

Jack

Stan

Roy

Gus

Lee

And extrapolating…

Paul

Simon

Cecilia

Julio

Art

Garfunkel

Boxer

TheCapeman

Fifty-ninth Street (first and middle last name)

Just pitching.

xo Bridget

Interior design inspiration via The Shining! Also, coooool gif

bridgetmoloney — Thu, 24 Jan 2013 14:19:24 -0800

Interior design inspiration via The Shining! Also, coooool gif

It’s not holiday music per se…but I was at a party...

bridgetmoloney — Thu, 20 Dec 2012 11:16:44 -0800

It’s not holiday music per se…but I was at a party last night where the Christmas tree was topped with Shiva and so I took an Instagram photo and captioned it “Shiva rides everything” and now here we are. #yipster

VERY IMPORTANT PERFUME UPDATE (VIPU)

bridgetmoloney — Sat, 17 Nov 2012 18:33:57 -0800

I have been wearing a perfume that the internet feels strongly about. For any serious sniffer, it’s old news. Bvlgari Black was released in 1998 and Luca Turin thinks it’s a masterpiece. Here is what the internet says: “sexy, rubber, leather, smoked tea, freak show, soft, vanilla, boring, not that interesting, weird, wow, NOT BEING DISCONTINUED, my hubs wears it too.”

Since I last wrote about perfumes I have sampled and consistently worn the following: Arquiste Anima Dulcis; Santa Maria Novella Tabaccco Toscano; Aedes de Venustas EDP

And currently Bvglari Black, mostly because Tabacco Toscano was repeatedly referred to as “Bvlgari Black lite” so I thought I’d try it. If it was Bvlgari black-light I would have run, not walked.

-Bridge

It's like something your yoga teacher tells you

bridgetmoloney — Sat, 06 Oct 2012 08:27:44 -0700

Last month I shot a commercial for a product I can’t name doing something I can’t talk about. Hopefully, it will run. I had to hold this unnamed product a certain way to make sure it was in the shot along with my approachable and “charactery” face. It was a close-up and I had to maneuver my arm in a very unnatural way to make it work. Then the camera moved and we did another take. The director of photography asked me to raise the product. I was still in the aforementioned unnatural position and couldn’t really get the product any higher with my arm smushed against my body, “I can’t.” I said.

“Move your elbow, Bridget.” He said. “And don’t say can’t.”

I was embarrassed. He was right, that was all I had to do. But I was locked into the first position and hadn’t considered I only had to move. I hated being so obviously and stupidly rigid and obtuse. I have had the good fortune to use my arm for 29 years; I know how it works. Even if “don’t say can’t” sounds like an affirmation and therefore is an immediate enemy of mine, he had a point. Perhaps one doesn’t want to, or it seems impossible, or has never been done, but you know, sí, se puede.

Move your elbow and don’t say can’t. Now exhale into chaturanga dandasana, really feeling the floor beneath you.

The first time I heard Oingo Boingo was in my mom’s...

bridgetmoloney — Fri, 05 Oct 2012 09:51:00 -0700

The first time I heard Oingo Boingo was in my mom’s station wagon on Valley Vista. Later I learned that Danny Elfman was the lead singer. I believe in potential, I believe in humanity’s drive towards growth, and you can’t sing in undershirts forever. American Bandstand will get canceled and it will no longer be 1982. Danny Elfman won a Grammy for the Desperate Housewives theme. Google suggests you are also looking for Tim Burton when you search for him. If the band breaks up, you might as well keep going.

-Bridget

Well, this is neat. Nothing says summer like a patrician...

bridgetmoloney — Fri, 10 Aug 2012 23:37:01 -0700

Well, this is neat. Nothing says summer like a patrician pelican.

-Bridget

I was such an embarrassing francophile for so long (depuis si...

bridgetmoloney — Tue, 31 Jul 2012 22:22:28 -0700

I was such an embarrassing francophile for so long (depuis si longtemps), but because I was mostly a teenager during that time (pendant ce temps) I can forgive myself. I grew up. I switched to Italian, I got as far as il congiuntivo. I had no language requirement. A handsome Parisian told me I spoke French like a Canadian (so what! Everyone loves Montreal). But there is something about a duvet (no top sheet) and a Matisse on the wall. C’est très romantique, n’est pas? At least for those of us who spent 10th grade wishing we could dream in French.

bises,

Bridget

Happy 4th from my charred jalapeños in tequila! Have a safe,...

bridgetmoloney — Tue, 03 Jul 2012 18:22:31 -0700

Happy 4th from my charred jalapeños in tequila! Have a safe, sane holiday.
B.

Fiona! Hello again!

bridgetmoloney — Tue, 26 Jun 2012 22:50:51 -0700

Fiona! Hello again!

We love each other.

bridgetmoloney — Wed, 20 Jun 2012 23:59:04 -0700

We love each other.

Audio

bridgetmoloney — Mon, 04 Jun 2012 08:23:48 -0700

It is the hat of genius!

bridgetmoloney — Sun, 03 Jun 2012 19:46:55 -0700

John Gottman, marriage researcher, pithy writer, divorce predictor, all around interesting figure.

George R.R. Martin, THE FATHER OF DRAGONS, WINTER IS COMING, YOU KNOW NOTHING JON SNOW.

I’m buying one.

-Bridget

I know it’s all been done and all over (even the shouting)...

bridgetmoloney — Thu, 26 Apr 2012 11:14:55 -0700

I know it’s all been done and all over (even the shouting) and repurposed cinder blocks could have disappeared with ReadyMade but I like them. I LIKE THEM. (Still shouting to be done) And I like succulents and I like bars. So I thought I’d share.

From Design Sponge

I know it’s April but I don’t speak Portuguese so it...

bridgetmoloney — Mon, 16 Apr 2012 23:25:04 -0700

I know it’s April but I don’t speak Portuguese so it doesn’t bother me.

-Bridget

I really would like Design*Sponge to do a “Living in...

bridgetmoloney — Tue, 27 Mar 2012 22:26:39 -0700

I really would like Design*Sponge to do a “Living in Moonstruck”. Brooklyn Heights in 1987 looks just terrific (still does, obviously, obviously), and so does young Nicolas Cage, and that script by John Patrick Shanley, and that score, and Cher, and her expressive hair, and Olympia Dukakis, and everyone in it, and those shaggy dogs, and the Manhattan skyline, and all of it. My heart swells!

-Brooklyn Bridget

image from Vegan CineGrub (and why not?)

Self-acceptance

bridgetmoloney — Wed, 14 Mar 2012 14:53:47 -0700

I remember, as a teenager, reading some fashion magazine’s feature on Cameron Diaz in which she said it was such a relief to turn 30, that all the self-doubt and questioning quieted down and she could really just accept who she was, or she knew who she was, or something, I’m paraphrasing. This is, in my opinion, a celebrity trope. They always say 30 is so much better than younger-than-30 for various reasons: career taking off, affording a trainer, better roles, more money, and always less self-doubt. Also, it’s a great reframe, so much better to be happy about aging than not. Not that they aren’t happy about it. I’m happy about it. I love being an adult. People learn things in their twenties and a lot of them are about accepting who they are, no longer apologizing for their tastes, beliefs or desires. But here’s my question: what if something shouldn’t be accepted? Like my very real desire to get television trays. Maybe that desire should fill me with enough self-doubt that I resist it. We eat at the table, often even, but a few nights a week (several, many?) we eat in front of the television. I don’t feel that sad about it. I try to be mindful of the Sriracha stir-fry I am enjoying as I watch The New Girl (tell me you love it, I love it). I’m not a not a vacant, quinoa-shoveling-sad-television-watching zombie. See, I own it? I’m not making excuses, I’m 28 and proud of who I am. But buying something to rest my plate on when I own a dining room table (I built it actually, stay tumblring) feels like gilding the dining option lily. However, in our new place (we moved) the coffee table is soooooo far away from the couch and so I end up doing a weird lean or balancing my plate on my knees which is dangerous for the ivory rug (what did I think would happen with an ivory rug) and bad for my back. So, do I accept this? Do I say, I know what I like and it’s vaguely reminiscent of hospital and airplane dining? Just let all that self-doubt go bother women in their early 20s? Or do I go eat at the table? Like an adult.

-Bridget

LOOK HOW FAR AWAY IT IS. I was watching Grimm and eating soup. Now you know everything.

It’s in the trees! It’s coming. Bridget

bridgetmoloney — Wed, 07 Mar 2012 08:30:06 -0800

It’s in the trees! It’s coming.

Bridget

There is something about “first knuckle rings” that...

bridgetmoloney — Tue, 06 Mar 2012 08:31:05 -0800

There is something about “first knuckle rings” that does not sit well with me.

—Bridget

PS. From my beloved Catbird.