Welcome!

(Outtakes from my shoot with SoundSystem NYC in my old apartment. Shot by the lovely Ky DiGregorio. Read the interview & see more pics here. )

Welcome to my new blog! It was time to clean up, get organized and create some blank space to get inspired by. In my parallel, non-virtual universe, I’m getting ready to move to a new place. The past month has been all about clearing things out, throwing away garbage, consigning and donating clothes,  all to make room for new imagery and ideas. My silver couch stayed of course. Similarly, I’ve linked all of my style guides and reviews here, but left the outfit posts and other miscellaneous things over at the old site. Having a navigation bar should also make life a lot easier! Now that I’m feeling quite zen, I’m going to impossibly attempt to fill up this endless space with new content. One of the fundamental reasons I love blogging is that it’s an ongoing, evolving, interactive conversation with myself and with you. If you have any suggestions for style guides or other posts you’d like to see, feel free to let me know in the comments below. I’m looking forward to beginning a new romance with blogging, writing consistently from the <3, with a grain of salt! Stay tuned…

Scott Weiland at the Gramercy Theatre

I was honored to be asked to contribute the the fantastic music site Sound System NYC, which will be featuring my style guides, show reviews, and photos from time to time. So to kick things off, here is my first post for Sound System NYC on one of my favorite people...Scott Weiland.

Scott Weiland played his first solo show in almost two years on May 18th at New York City’s Gramercy Theatre. Emerging at a time when glamour, style and stardom were dirty words, Weiland embraced the classic image of rock n’ roll and represents the last era of rock stars. The early 90s grunge pioneers took the fun out of rock n’ roll and left it with angst, drugs, and flannel. He knew our time craved an iconic rock star of our own and was more than happy to step into those leather pants. And they fit well.

Rock N' Roll Style Guide: What to Wear to a ROCK Concert

photo by Ellen Von Unwerth

What to wear, what to bring, and how to feel your best at a concert, rock n' roll or otherwise. These are my tips on how to enhance the overall experience and make it a memory.

Ruby Tuesday

It’s Tuesday night and as any real New Yorker knows, it’s the best night to go out. The streets are clear, the suits are in bed, and a certain spot becomes a rock n' roll playgrounds for those who’d rather experience to live music than sit on their bum watching bad tv or dancing in their underwear to muffled noise coming out of crappy computer speakers. I'm talking about Ruby Tuesday at Don Hills. Have you ever heard the fairytale “The 12 Dancing Princesses”? After the kingdom was asleep the princesses would tip toe through a secret passageway that led to a beautiful lagoon with gondolas waiting to take them to the fairytale version of a hip club with handsome princes. Ruby Tuesday is pretty much the rock n’ roll version of this story, except my gondola is a yellow taxi cab bringing me to Don Hills in Tribeca. From 12am- 3am live bands play raw rock n’ roll. This is a live rock n' roll party happening in the middle of the night.

Here’s a small sampling of what’s been going down the last few weeks...

RUBY TUESDAY: Kelle Calco and The Colored Boys

RUBY Tuesday is the newest night of sound and style brought to us by “Club Calco”, a club of which I’m proud to be a card carrying member. In NY nightlife, where parties are a dime-a-dozen Kelle Calco is the party maestro, throwing the ones with the best music and coolest people.

Rock N' Roll Style Guide: Jim Morrison

Stone Temple Pilots at Jones Beach

Stone Temple Pilots at Jones Beach Theater on September 4, 2010

images courtesy of audioperv.com

collage by ASH FOX

It was the first day of September cool enough to break out the leather jacket. On a whim, I made the trek out to Jones Beach from Manhattan to see my favorite band Stone Temple Pilots. I linked up with fellow STP devotees and we hung out in the parking lot drinking beers and reminiscing about our favorite STP performances. We were from a few different generations, but all equally hard core about STP. Being a rock fan is similar to being a comic book nerd, except that instead of attending a convention like Comic-con we congregate in parking lots and back doors at rock shows. Some of the diehards were decked out in STP apparel, others had STP tattoos, but they all had a recognizable glimmer in their eye while talking about STP.