Cute Things With Aviva Yael

Do you guys remember my recent trip to Tokyo for the Opening Ceremony store launch? Did you see how OBSESSED I was with Kiddyland and the MAMESHIBA (dog-slash-beans who give out trivia tidbits)? Welp! Not only are they back with new videos w/English subtitles, THEY ARE COMING TO THE U.S.!!

M E & M A M E S H I B A

I don't know exactly when this is going to happen- the internet is being vague about it. Anyhow,  Ramona is in Tokyo and going back to Kiddyland aka WAREHOUSE OF GIRLDREAMS. Relish in the cutededness of the beandogs:

CLICK THIS LINK FOR MORE VIDEOS 

Love,
   

Mamefifa
Afifashiba
Afifa-san
Afifs
Feefers
Afafa

DEAR TWITTER

Thanks for making Jersey Shore a cultural phenomenon and persuading my friends who don't own televisions to reconsider joining society just a little bit more by purchasing one. Thank you for all the OMGlies that OMGfacts post every day. I enjoy knowing that 85% of all pregnant women crave nachos. And most of all, thank you for teaching me about THIS AMAZING STOCKING STUFFER. I am interviewing these GENIUSES about their incredible product later today. Check it out son:

Only 302 views at the time of this post. You saw it here FIRST people!

What else? Nothing. I'm bored! I've been cooking and doing yoga every single day since I've been home. I'm still going crazy because I can't stand not working at all times, but overall things are peachy. Getting ready for my holiday party on Friday and need a favor. Anyone in LA have a laminator I can borrow? We want to make PORNAMENTS for the tree. Obviously if you have a laminator you're invited to the party, so please inquire within!

xo
Aviva

Veeversland: Part 2

Dear hot vintage girls who live in the lower parts of Manhattan: have you ever wanted a perfectly white eyelit onesie, a vintage logo PARIS attache by Jeremy Scott, or possibly a suede  thigh high wedge boot straight from Austin Powers' wet dreams? May I introduce you to Lisa aka Fullatron from Circa Now and Court, two of my favorite stores on the island. Her blog is bitchin btw. Oh what's that? A beautiful, stylish, polite Canadian clothes horse? Add that to your friends list.

Behold Lisa:

 

That was taken at the shop one day but the pic below is prettier (snatched from FB):

Bitch is FINE right?

Lisa just had her big 3-0. Thirty is the best year because unless you're a toad with a shitty personality, you're now happy and things are easier. You're no longer a slut with unrealistic, grandiose political ideas like you were in college AND you still look awesome in vintage dresses (but watch out because after 40 chicks start to look like art school teachers when they go retro).

By now you're comfy with yourself and you're pretty good at the sexxxytimes. You can talk soccer, bake apple pie AND give prize-winning beejs to your boyfriend. I can't wait to turn 30 someday!

Moving along, Ramona and I went to see Sean aka Har Mar Superstar at Jimmy Fallon. Tim Gunn and Willem Dafoe were the guests. We sat in the second to back row but were later stationed in the groupie section behind the band.

Later that night I went to go see Sean perform in Williamsburg with Elizabeth and one of the guys in the band said he remembered me from THE WORST NIGHT OF MY LIFE. What was it that could've been so bad Aviva, you ask? Welp how bouts Julian Voice-of-an-Angel Casablancas having a pre-rehab meltdown on me in front of the rest of the Strokes (who I was in love with at the time...all of em...who cares...show me one person from the tits populace who WASN'T in love with them). Even though this went down 7 years ago, Julian's rant was SO brutal that his friend who I haven't spoken to since remembered me from THAT. Ultimately it has a happy ending after a series of events, but I prefer not to think about it. If you ever want to hear it I'll tell you in person. It is a bar tale for the centuries. ANYHOW! SEAN!

GUESS WHAT? HE SINGS LIKE STEVIE WONDER IN HIGH HEELS

Ramona's in Tokyo living the dream right now. I suddenly do NOT feel like recapping my trip to NY. Check out Moner's blog in the meantime.

CUTE ATTACK

Sundays with Nick of Tim

by Nate Turbow

BANG- EENG.

Dear Eva Mendes,

You are BANGALANGADINGDONG

JERSEY SHORE, YOU SNEAKY PETE YOU

P-retty sure at least ALL of you watched Jersey Shore last night. If you didn't you need to get your Armani Exchange'd ass infront of the damn televisions and witness New York's WET DREAM.

My obsession with the Guids goes back 6 years. First there was the 2003 live reading by Jon Benjamin at TINKLE of a poem from NJ-GUIDO.COM called "Shot Girl." Next, there was the photo safari mish with OBGY-Glen. We made it our duty to hang out in some Dirty Jerz Guido bars and shoot them all for a nice coffee table book (we honestly felt like National Geographic photographers about this. Of course we never did anything and there's no book).

This was followed by a 4-year montage of being obsessed with various Guido sites and sightings. One time we were blessed by the Oily Bohunk Heavens when we went to the San Gennaro Festival and the Gotti kids exited a Hummer right in front of us and all the little Guidettes started screeching like they were at a Dylan McKay mall appearance in the summer of '91).

Then, god bless his little 3M Photo Mount Spray Adhesive-encrusted head of hair, Lee Hotti suddenly started sizzling on the scene. Not long afterward I stumbled upon these DELICIOUS SPECIMENS OF STYLE (pleasepleaseplease for the love of god click through the pics to witness the splendid magnificence). Did you ever see the post I did about pre-StreetCarnage Beckles? He was so BUSTED.

This cultural phenomenon swept the nation and was followed by a timely release of Hot Chicks With Douchebags which really broke down the types of Guids we all know and love from the website. Throw in a little Tool Academy membership, some of the Ed Hardy disease, top it off with MTV's incredibly lazy show Is She Really Going Out With Him and BOOM! GUIDO PIE.

And now, in it's latest incarnation, the Guido has become our new best friend with the JERSEY SHORE. First off, free beejs to all the producers who worked on this and a DP to the casting directors. Second, you know there's a 'situation' right? The Situation is that Mike's abs that are so ripped "it's a situation." And that's just one tiny sliver.

Welcome to mainstream America you not-so-tiny-anymore subculture! Double high-fives and double Fuck Yeahs! May the Fist Pumping commence! (but don't forget to 'start low' and 'wind it up') FPz4EVA*


* Project Matt gave me that one

I love him

and I want you to wake up to this song so you can feel it too



These kids are from New Orleans and this song is totally putting The Oldies in the corner.

Generationals, if you come to LA I will make you Crawfish Etouffe, conjure up a six pack of Dixie beer (RIP), and throw on some Jelly Roll Morton, Professor Longhair, Meters and some EyeHateGod jams. Better yet, the fair ladies of TOTALLY will make you a music video for free just so this fan video can go to sleep forever in the sky (like grandpa did when you were wee).

Love,

Afifa

* speaking of New Orleans jams, Scarlet Johannson's cover of Sidney Bechet's Summertime is still on my shuffle. I will go so far as to say it is a KILLER CLASSIC ((Satanfingers waving in air))

From the Inbox

You know the Go Forth Levi's campaign that's giving us chills and making us feel young and free and like maybe everything will be okay? Those are done by Aaron Rose who is doing THIS:

From Aaron:


Hey All! In honor of the release of Beautiful Losers on DVD, we will be
screening a bunch of short films by associated artists this Saturday night
at Cinefamily. This includes RARE films by Mike Mills, Harmony Korine, Geoff
McFetridge, Spike Jonze, Chris Johanson, Jo Jackson, Thomas Campbell, Clare
Rojas and a bunch more. What's even better is that we will be there playing
a bunch of the stuff from the original VHS tapes!! There's a poster giveaway
too to anyone who shows up.

The Silent Movie Theater is one of the things I love love love about my neighborhood. LA is filled with under the radar secret spots. More New York stories coming up!

xx

Veeversland: Part 1

First off, I'm watching Xanadu and making fresh New Orleans-style oyster po-boys and cole slaw so I'm pretty much in the best mood ever. My family's from New York (where they harvest Jews) but I was raised in the French Quarter of New Orleans on Royal St before it became Disneyland, and I know how to make poboys. Roast beef, shrimp, oyster... I can even make a decent Muffelata. The secret is in the bread and the freshness of your ingredients. You cannot deep fry canned oysters... gotta get big, briny, Eastern oysters and light, French bread. My step family have the Cajun cooking skills for days. Hi O'Niells I love you! Ennehoooo.

Hello friends! Welcome to my 5 weeks in NY. I already told you a little bit so I won't drag you through the minutae of my life, like posting food pictures and telling you about how gross the F train is. I'm lying! I will so do both of those things! This is Danika and she was my first stop to friend land when I arrived. She made us a delicious pot roast and shared some amazing Scotch which is one of my favorite things in life- I love a rare, local beverage brought back from it's homeland.

 

This is out of chronological order, but I had an oyster party at Marlow & Sons with 12 members of my inner circle and then went to Carlen's big Billyburg Birthday Bash right near my old house. I used to live in this giant loft in a building that was akin to Logan's Run. EVERYONE and I mean EVERYONE in that building was hot and under 30. I seriously think they ethered people on their 30th birthdays and dumped them in the East River- which literally lapped up against the side of our building. It was magical! Except for the fact that it was at the end of a street that the locals called Blowjob Alley due to the incessant amount of Hasids and hookers who did business right outside our front door. No joke I have a photo of one of them getting a beej from a girl in nothing but tube socks. Whoa- tangent. Moving along...

 

Its Nick and Nate Turbow DJing at Motor City! Nate, you are the unsung hero of Cleveland. I already miss you dude! For those of you who are new the the blog, Turbs does the Nick of Tim cartoons, which are based on his life. He never talks about how much of a foodie he is though, so I'm here to tell you that this guy knows where to eat and what to eat in New York. Seriously email him if you're visiting and tell him I sent you. This is his blog.

 

Normally I'm not down with OPP (Other People's Pets) but this special guy is David's dog Ollie Red Sox. She is the cutest dog in the entire world. Actually, I'm TOTALLY down with OPP. I'm like a crazy cat lady except instead of freaking out about cats (aka buttholes with legs) I am best friends with any and all dogs. Like, I hang at the dog park longer than they do.

 

Kinda gotta give it up to Dickchicken, for he hath left no surface on the island unscathed. He's the new UB40. He's the new Andre. He's the new Love Me.

 

Leyla's ice cream truck was parked in front of David's house and JUST SO HAPPENED to match my manicure. I picked OPI's new color 'Spirit of the Unicorn'

 

After mani/pedis and massages we went to the new Standard Hotel for oysters and champers. Blew off my day which nearly gave me hives, but it was worth it.

LA LA LAAAA I LOVE OYSTERS

That night Carrie met up with us and we went to Amber's favorite sushi restaurant SOTO. It's on 6th Ave and is truly the best sushi I've ever had outside of Sasabune in LA. Here come the food pics... yaayyyy party! They're not even good quality- all from my crappy Blackberry, but if any of these photos can convince just ONE person to eat at SOTO, then I've done my job.

Uni so fresh it was sweet (that never happens)

Yellowtail w truffle oil, ginger and wizard tears

Custard w caviar, chives and the eyelashes of a Griffin

Carrie called this one kitten tongues. There were a total of 11 dishes but I won't torture you any more.

This is Carrie- neighbor, old friend, hostess to the best ice cream socials and holiday parties IN THE WORLD. You may remember her from the opening of Opening Ceremony in Tokyo.

After dinner my drunk ass went to LIT. My hair missed getting washed three times before the smell wears off, so I took it out for a nice stroll down memory lane.

Oh look it's the love o' my life John Roberts. Those raccoon eyes are due to him shooting a video earlier that night with DEBBIE HARRY NOBIGSSS. I waited so long to post this blog entry that the damn video is up:

This is getting long and I have to go to the gym. Coming up: Gossip. Vice Halloween. Cute boys. Me about to make fun of the MAX FISH party at Art Basel. CORNY!!! MASTURBATORY!!! Canned! Also, probably going to be so fun. But seriously, HOW can A-Ron and OHWOW not feel like they're turning their scene and friends into a commodity? Sorry Max Fish (you are the livingroom of the LES and I've had my best and worst nights in you), sorry A-Ron (you're so nice and you're keeping the spirit alive and I love that you're inspiring the Floridians) and sorry OHWOW guys (your gallery is awesome) and sorry to the 23 friends who are participating in this (you're there because you're talented), but SERIOUSLY I cringed when I got this in my inbox:

If I were at Art Basel right now I'd go to this despite my complaints about the concept/name, so here are the deets:

OPENING RECEPTION DECEMBER 2, 2009 at 6PM

	LIVE PERFORMANCES FOR THE WEEK WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 2, 2009 I.U.D. / Silkflowers / Animals Of The Arctic THURSDAY, DECEMBER 3, 2009 BARR / Mike Bones / Wilder Zoby (Chin Chin) / Jaccuzzi Boys FRIDAY, DECEMBER 4, 2009 Gang Gang Dance / Endless Boogie / Teepee SATURDAY, DECEMBER 5, 2009 Special Secret Performance Resident DJ's Tim Barber, Leo Fitzpatrick and Benton

Okay, love you. Back later for more.

Hello my lovelies

The worst blogger EVER here. How are ya? I miss you guys. I'm finally unbusy and it feels weird. I've been on planes and in different cities since August and haven't slept in my own bed for more than maybe 12 days since. It feels awesome being back in my house but after all the work and travel I feel...antsy. I'm not used to this quietness. Is that a word? Anyhow, it's like that weird post-party feeling you get when you've cooked all day and decorated your house into gorgeousness and thrown the very best party your friends have ever been to and everyone is toasting and hugging and laughing and making out and then they all leave and you're sitting alone in your giant smelly empty house.

Aside from writing up my first post for my Huffington Post blog (I'm trying to pick an angle and it keeps changing, v annoying), I am all out of things to do til next week. I am now looking for my next project. I hate this phase because it's complete and total limbo. But whatever, when I'm busy I'm stressed because I'm busy and when I'm not busy I'm stressed because I can't stand not being busy. This will end when I'm a mom someday, but for now I'm going to use this week to decompress and write. And blog!

So to start things off, let's revist my favorite Holiday song of all time. This puts me in the Christmas spirit:



BRB