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Send Some Salami To Your Boy In The Army

February 8, 2011

New York is a bit of a city made for masochist. The best places in the city are the gritty ones with questionable food ethics and seemingly morose employees. Katz deli is one of these places. You walk into Katz and some disgruntled man slouched onto a stool hands you a ticket with a list of numbers on it and no explanation.  What they are NOT telling you when they hand you this ticket is:

  • you hand it to the person who makes your food, and they hand it back to you with the total on it.
  • if you lose this ticket, you get charged 50 bucks.
  • this “lost ticket fee” was instilled about 10 years ago.

You choose the person you want to make your sandwich, and they chop the meat in front of you, and give you a sample of the fresh meat while you wait. I always try to find the oldest guy because he’s usually the biggest asshole who makes the best sandwich.

Although the sandwiches are a bit pricey (15-17 dollars a pop) I bet you can’t get through half of one without wanting to die a little inside. As a meat eater and a lover of irrelevant history, this is one of my favorite New York establishments.

Heres a few more Katz facts:

  • Katz is where they filmed THE scene from When Harry Met Sally
  • It was established in 1888
  • During World War 2, they used the slogan “send a salami to your boy in the army” and still use it to this day
  • Each week, Katz’s serves 5,000 pounds of corned beef, 2,000 pounds of salami and 12,000 hot dogs

 

All photos by Chloe Rice

Underground Ninja Toy Stores

January 5, 2011

Photo by Cherry Vega

I can’t remember when my love for Japanese started, but I imagine it was during my colorful raver years……which never happened, by the way……

Everything is so eye catching, that I long to know more about it. My years with Tsu Shi Ma Mi Re, helped resolve some mysteries of this foreign land full of cute mascots and 1000 different kinds of Pocky, but I always long for more. Every time I come across something I’ve never seen or tried in Chinatown, I feel like I need to buy it just to further understand its meaning.

I have a favorite place to go in Chinatown that I can only refer to as “underground ninja toy store” after it became the luring key term that was described as to me, the first time I was brought there. It blew my mind.

Photo found on yelp

You walk into this place. A dull building with not much more than a pharmacy and bad lighting. Then travel down an escalator….

and end up in a basement with nothing but stores that at crammed full of reasonably priced  japanese knickknacks, accessories, plushies, stationary, video games, cute cups, and other random things that are nearly impossible to resist because of cuteness sensory overload.

Thats how I ended up with this new and unusually tall tea mug for $5.00, the other day.

Last time I was there, I noticed there was a new knickknack that I could’t even begin to understand.

This. what.is.this…? I know it says “crystal balls” but it also says “seven color”. Obviously deceiving.

I didn’t buy it, but recently Bee came back from a trip and happen to have brought it back as a gift! As if I was back in the ninja shop all over again, I was stumped by what I was looking at. I asked her what this adorable bag that could barely fill the palm of my hand, was made for. I don’t think she knew much more than me, about the mysteries of it, because her explanation was pretty much a description of the packaging.

“you put them in water and they turn into things”

then she drifted off in both, voice and eye contact.

I let them sit on my desk for a few days, then decided to just throw them into some water to see what would happen. I had no idea what to expect, and have no idea how I feel about the results. I do, however, feel like I should share as much about my Japanese discoveries, as I can. Just doing my part in down playing Americans as ignorant and unapologetic, to the Japanese, I guess.

this was how they looked as soon as I dropped them into a glass of room temp water.

Within an hour, they began to swell up a little

After about 5 hours, they kind of just dissolved into the glass. I was tired and the only thing I wanted after seeing these results, was a Shirley Temple. Unamused, I went to bed.

When I woke up, I was pretty excited to see these bouncy balls, that felt like a hardened Jello, filling the glass.

I don’t know what to do with them, but they’re pretty rad! A bag of them costs about 50 cents, so perhaps I can use them as an alternative to snow balls, in the summer time.

2010. A Photo Documentation.

December 31, 2010

I can’t believe how much I’ve shot since I got my new camera, last year. I can’t wait to do this again next year. I plan on getting many more action shots and a lot less voyeuristic ones. 2011 is going to the year I get real bold. It’s also going to be the year where I get a WordPress theme that allows me to post larger photos.

Anyway, eres a wrap up of 2010 through my favorite photos that I’ve taken within the past 12 months.

January 2010

February 2010

March 2010

April 2010

May 2010

June 2010

July 2010

August 2010

September 2010

October 2010

November 2010

December 2010

Objects of Affection

December 27, 2010

Photo above is from my Out with the Old photo project from 2009.

The thing I learned from being a fly on the wall around dudes, is that if you want to get laid by your date, you have to really not be expecting it to happen at all. Just clear the whole idea from your memory. I think I went into the holiday season with the same approach.

I was really not expecting anything for Christmas. I had really low expectations. I feel like all I deserve is coal. Well, kairo. Kairo are those little  disposable Japanese heat packs that are primarily made of coal. They last for hours and have the most adorable packaging ever. Thanks to my Floridian years, wearing two of them under my layers of clothing is necessary for daily survival in this weather.

I ended up buying a ton of them as a gift to myself. Then I started receiving the most amazing things in the mail! I had a really amazing Christmas. I got the following:

A KitchenAid, from my mom!

If I had the option of trading my arm for something more useful, I would trade it out for this attachment. Its made everything I do in the kitchen so much easier.

A Wacom tablet from my siblings

Tins, from  James

Candy, from his dietary restrictions.

Abest friend, from Atlanta. (so what if he’s not an object)

A Christmas card that looked as though it had been shot at by a bedazzler, from Nixon.

A few pairs of really comfy sock slippers and a few really endearing Christmas cards, from my nana and great aunt.

Betsy Johnson lingerie, from a secret someone.

and some of my favorite perfume to go along with it.

Twin massive bottles of lavender soap, from TC.

a new adorable keychain, from Twinkie Chan

a Leica R3 rental (shot with my new 50mm), from Frank

This long feathered earring, from Gala. Along with the bone barrette that I made, I feel like a very fancy indian, sometimes.

And a very goofy Indian, at others.

The only gift that I can’t take photos of, is my trip to Thailand and Vietnam, that will be happening in February!  What an exciting gift to segue me into the new year!

Although I brag, I know its not about the gifts as much as the people who gave them to me. Everything I received is about to get some heavy usage (except for the candy, which is already gone and the friend who, again, is not an object.) and I’m going to be able to be reminded of where and who it came from , on a daily basis. I’m an unbelievably lucky girl with some really amazing friends and family.

What did you guys get for Christmas?!

 

Frosted.

December 17, 2010

This has been the most stressful wrap up of a year that I’ve ever had to deal with but something about the overall frosted tone of the recent days since that weak haze of snow that we had on Tuesday, is both too calming (and slightly depressing) to let me start the panic. Heres the overall tone of yesterday.

Facts That Will Chiwow You.

December 15, 2010

A Family/ Self Portrait December 2010

To counteract the unrelenting hatred I have for cats, I love dogs. I watch a lot of The Dog Whisperer. I used to recite the dialogue from All Dogs Go To Heaven. I’ve even eaten dog food and not totally hated it….I mean…what….

Here’s list of some random dog facts and dog photos I’ve taken!

  • Dogs have three eyelids. The third lid, called a nictitating membrane or “haw,” keeps the eye lubricated and protected
  • The Basenji is the world’s only barkless dog.
  • In Ventura County, California, cats and dogs are not allowed to have sex without a permit.

  • Different smells in the a dog’s urine can tell other dogs whether the dog leaving the message is female or male, old or young, sick or healthy, happy or angry
  • Scholars have argued over the metaphysical interpretation of Dorothy’s pooch, Toto, in the Wizard of Oz. One theory postulates that Toto represents Anubis, the dog-headed Egyptian god of death, because Toto consistently keeps Dorothy from safely returning home.

  • Dogs have a wet nose to collect more of the tiny droplets of smelling chemicals in the air
  • Small quantities of grapes and raisins can cause renal failure in dogs
  • Ancient Egyptians revered their dogs. When a pet dog would die, the owners shaved off their eyebrows, smeared mud in their hair, and mourned aloud for days

  • The average dog can run about 19 mph
  • A dog’s shoulder blades are unattached to the rest of the skeleton to allow greater flexibility for running
  • Apple and pear seeds contain arsenic, which may be deadly to dogs.

  • A puppy is born blind, deaf, and toothless
  • The term “dog days of summer” was coined by the ancient Greeks and Romans to describe the hottest days of summer that coincided with the rising of the Dog Star, Sirius

  • A dog most likely interprets a smiling person as baring their teeth, which is an act of aggression
  • Dachshunds were bred to fight badgers in their dens.

  • Petting dogs is proven to lower blood pressure of dog owners.
  • The name of the dog on the Cracker Jacks box is Bingo.
  • The Taco Bell Chihuahua is a rescued dog named Gidget.

  • The phrase “raining cats and dogs” originated in seventeenth-century England. During heavy rainstorms, many homeless animals would drown and float down the streets, giving the appearance that it had actually rained cats and dogs

  • The most intelligent dogs are reportedly the Border Collie and the Poodle, while the least intelligent dogs are the Afghan Hound and the Basenji
  • Dogs have sweat glands in between their paws

  • French poodles originated in Germany. Not France
  • During the Middle Ages, mixed breeds of peasants’ dogs were required to wear blocks around their necks to keep them from breeding with noble hunting dogs. Purebred dogs were very expensive and hunting became the province of the rich

All photos are by Chloe Rice

Dog facts by Random History



A Bushwick Brunch.

December 13, 2010

My Sundays have recently been falling into a bit of a pattern. The alcohol thats still in my system, wakes me up at the ungodly hour of 9 a.m. I go out to the living room to recollect my actions of Saturday, with my room mate James. It always calls for coffee.

My neighborhood doesn’t have too many sit down restaurant options. Its fine because I could eat at the only one we do have pretty much everyday if I had the choice.

Northeast Kingdom is dimly  lit and looks like a lodge in Vermont. The coffee is good. The food is decently priced. Their waiting area plays Looney Toons by a fireplace. The servers are always somehow familiar and comforting. And best of all, its pretty much right downstairs from me.

James and I go there almost every Sunday. Sometimes its just us staring at the bar in silence, and sometimes we take our out of town visitors to show them that although our neighborhood still looks pretty sketchy, we have the redeeming factor of a classy looking place like Northeast!

This Sunday was a bit of  treat since our other room mate, Naomi, was around. Along with an old friend of James’ from Texas. Speaking of treats, I find it interesting to add in the fact that Naomi had taken a couple of special cookies before we headed down for breakfast.

I decided to document it because Naomi is moving out shortly, and although all three of us are friends, we’ve never all gone out for a meal before.

So this was the first and last room mate brunch in this chapter of my life.

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A Toast!

November 25, 2010

Unirkey by Alex Pardee

Happy Thanksgiving! I’m thankful for pretty much every curve ball that gets thrown my way, and the people who are there to lovingly tease me when I fall and bruise. Here is a toast!

To good health. *1

To feeling loved from the people I love the most.

To my friends who keep me in mind everyday.

To subway carts that go above ground.

To the skill of sewing.

To making things in my head into things that can be seen.

To Trader Joes waffles with honey.

To a fresh pair of Docs and  warm argyle socks, when the seasons start to change.

To the perfect view from my front door.

To an appreciation of music. Thanks, ears!

To burgers made without buns.

To good finds at second hand stores.

To a year of memorable shows.

To Charlie, for being a well behaved dog

well…most of the time.

To people who can make my day better, just by being themselves.

To chocolate chip pancakes being considered a breakfast item.

To list making.

To always having access to a swing set. *2

To being able to see my family today.

Other honorable mentions: mild Fall days, PG Tips, my cozy little bedroom, milkshakes with Nutella, personalized ringtones, good roommates, huge windows in my apt, central park, netflix, a good wool coat, still having hair after so many dye jobs, steamed vegetables,  tits, condiments, being in a city full of good coffee and 24 hour bodegas, good books that fit in small purses, always having a charged Nintendo DS, still getting mix CDs, lavender soap, and owning a good camera.

I LOVE Thanksgiving because its just a perfect time to think of everything I love, to eat other peoples left overs, and to watch the parade in hopes of it falling on a very windy day. If you don’t care for thanksgiving though, thats fine too! Perhaps you will, at least, enjoy this poem.

*1: Photo by Bettina May

*2: Photo by Bee Jellyfish-Love

All other photos on the list are by Chloe Rice

 

Spoons And ‘Toons.

November 22, 2010

As much as I enjoy the tradition of weekend brunches filled with a table of hungover friends looking down shamefully, I more so miss the days of waking up and seeing how long I could possibly stay in bed watching cartoons until my stomach told me I had to get out of my room and into the kitchen for a sugary cereal fix and a glass of artificial strawberry milk.

Nothing brings out the kid in me quite like a Strawberry Quik White Russian.

At what age did that stop becoming the most loved and anticipated part of my Saturday? The question puzzled me for quite sometime before realizing that it didn’t. Turns out that at the age of 25, I still prefer a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch along side an episode of Bobbys World over a 45 minute wait for a 15 dollar omelette at someplace too loud to enjoy that time with my friends.

This is a conclusion I recently came to with the help of Spoons, Toons, and Booze. An free (yet donation friendly) event that, since this summer, has been hosted every Saturday at the Brooklyn Knitting Factory. Remember David the Gnome or The Adventures of Gummi Bears? They do. Spoons, Toons, & Booze satisfies both your current and nostalgic needs by allowing you to get hammered while watching a wide array of retro classic cartoons and enjoy any of the several provided cereals!

(or a mixture of your favorites, since being an adult means no one can limit your sugar intake.)

The above mentioned concoction obviously belonged to this manchild

I happen to decide on documenting my Saturday morning on a D.A.R.E. themed cartoon day. It involved

  • Cartoons that were based around anti-drug education
  • PSA’s featuring Pee Wee, TMNT, and some questionable songs
  • A drug trivia round, to which I helped lead my team to victory!

The paper was apparently recycled from TV Party nights.

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Stay Sane

November 11, 2010

A couple of friends and I took the Huffington Post bus from NY to DC for the Rally to Restore Sanity. 3 Americans and a Canadian just going to the show support for logic. There was obviously a memo that Bettina missed reguarding the fact that we were all going as ColBears. 

But she did a great job of keeping us all from being lost in the crowd despite how incognito she decided to dress.

It seems like old news, so far into November, but lets just pretend that I was waiting for Veterans Day to patriotically post some photos from it, eh? (more…)

Friends Move Forward

October 26, 2010

Bea & Guav (2007)

Usually upon meeting your friends significant others, you realize that you’re about to start seeing a lot less of them. That was pretty much the case with my old friend Guav after he got married to Bea! Bea and I seemed to have so much in common that I found myself going out to New Jersey just to eat junk food, go to thrift stores, and be inspired by her creativity all while Guav was at work. Although I don’t see her as often as I wish I could, shes become a really important friend to me.

Guav and Bea have helped me though rough times and have been around for some really great times. And now that they have a son, Brixton, they’re making that move that any finically responsible couple with a kid makes. They’re moving away from the city.

As sad as I am about it, I’m happy for them to move someplace that is more family oriented.

It was nice to spend the last few days that they were in town with them and taking photos of New Jersey, since I can’t see myself having any reason to go out there, anymore.

Don’t cry, little buddy! I’ll see you soon!
All photos taken by Chloe Rice

Built To Spill

October 6, 2010

Last night, I went to see Built to Spill. This morning I was reminded of this photo I took of Dug when I shot them for Brooklyn Vegan, last year.  Looking back, I like how it came out. A perfect blend of color and negative space.

Good job, self! You totally deserve a cookie..or 5!

A Makeshift Magyar Festival

September 30, 2010

Since my family sailed over to New York, they have occupied the shrinking radius of the upper east side that is considered the Hungarian part of town. The only NY historian website that I could find that even talks about the Hungarian community of New York City’s existence, mentions it in passing.

“Museum Mile is Fifth Avenue running along the eastern edge of Central Park, posing the greatest concentration of world-class museums on the planet. Further east is German Yorkville, little Bohemia (Czechs) and remnants of the earlier Hungarian community.”

Remnants!? ouch.

When I was younger, there were a few genuine Hungarian restaurants and butcher shops within a few blocks of my grandmothers apartment. They were owned by full blooded old eastern European women who didn’t care to speak English. Much like trying to catch a cab in this city nowadays, if you didn’t speak their language you didn’t get a proper service. These small reminders of a European run city (and my childhood) are almost all gone. My familys favorite place to sit down and eat Paprikás and nokedli, have been replaced with sushi restaurants and collage bars with wacky names like Wasabi Lobby and The Booze Brothers.

In front of St. Stephen before sexual harassing priests were an open issue and my Burning Man sun dress was still fucking awesome.

Growing up in a Hungarian Roman Catholic family, the St. Stephen of Hungary Parish has been a constant in my life.

  • Its where I attended mass and gained the catholic guilt that plauges my every decision.
  • Its where my mother went to school and later got married.
  • Almost every memorable new years eve of my youth was spent in the basement of the church.

St. Stephens basement is occupied by a gymnasium and a huge open kitchen. On new years eve hundreds of bohemian blooded, foreign speaking, self made Americans dress up and spend the first night of the new year ripping up the dance floor to a man playing his accordion on stage while a group of old Hungarian women in the kitchen make enough stuffed cabbage to feed an army. They have raffles where you can win anything from Judy dolls to fine china.

New Years at St. Stephens meant  my grandma would put my hair in curlers and teach me simple Hungarian phrases that would impress the women in the kitchen. I got to waltz with her and hear about when she played accordion on a traveling train, during the war. I would run around the basement with kids my age who spoke very little english but could scream at an equally annoyingly tone as I could.

I got to wear my mothers old embroidered shirts that are a staple among Hungarian women.

I even wore one of these Hungarian shirts into several other fashion phases of my life.

As far as I know, they still have their new years party, but as the old drunken gypsies that dominated it begin to pass away, its much more formal than it was in my youth. A sad part of no longer spending my New Years there, is that I miss out on all of the delicious, authentic Hungarian foods that those women would make.

Since they’re so good at what they do, Hungarians will come from walk-ups short and tall, to get some of whatever they decide to cook up. So, when they cook, they don’t fuck around. They prepare for WEEKS ahead of time. Pre-making hundreds of balls of dough for the fánk. Chopping cabbage until there is no visable counter space left in their industrial sized kitchen, in order to make Töltött Káposzta (pronounced as ‘tear-o cop-ist-sta’), which is Hungarian stuffed cabbage.

Fresh batch of Hungarian fánk

Since Hungary is so close to more historically populated places like Poland, the foods, music, and art of my homeland seem to get overlooked pretty often. There is no Hungarian equivalent to saaay Oktoberfest. So the one day long, once a year street fair that takes up half of the block in front of St. Stephens church is a pretty important day for my grandmother, my great aunt, and I.

yeah, thats right, I’m talkin’ about you guys.

It usualy takes place on the last Saturday of September. Its a day of good food made by the same remaining ladies who used to cook those Hungarian meals from mine and even from my mothers childhood. Instead of selling gyros, handcrafted jewelry, and other standard things you find at a street fair, St. Stephens street fair uses this term to describe what is essentially a block party/ garage sale.

they take all of the donations that the collect through out the year, and try to sell them for next to nothing, in the church’s parking lot.

Donations typically include bizarre knickknacks

Old comics

Cheap jewlery

funny wands. Literally.

classical records

and a decent collection of toasters.

On the street part of the street fair is where the said food is sold through purchase of colored tickets.

Palacsinta (which is essentially a crepe but slightly thicker) and makowiec beigli (a yeast bread roll filled with sweetened poppy seeds)

one full and happy grandmother!

Magi has been cooking my favorite Hungarian dishes for as long as I’ve been alive. She never remembers me, anymore.

The street fair is also a perfect place for anyone who attends the church to sell their goods. This year, I tried haggling a 12 year old for a collection of Bleach Manga he was trying to sell for 50 bucks.

I ended up saving my money for tattoos.

My grandma making fun her sisters poor posture. Guess who doesn’t find this funny…
As usual, I had a great time being outside with my family. Listening to them converse in a mix of English and Hungarian with others from the neighborhood who tend to do the same. I went home and was able to stock my freezer with enough eastern European foods to last me through out the winter. I also went home with the AWESOME new shirt that my grandmother bought me! I am one proud Magyar.


What’s Black and White With Pixels All Over?

September 21, 2010

This was a test shot I took back in 2006. After turning this junky shot into black and white and tinkering with it for a while, I’m now in love with it!

I feel that, for as long as people have taken any sort of notice of my photos, they’ve pointed out that I have a distinct  style. Its obvious that I love to push the limits of saturation. I’ve relied greatly on it ever since I learned how to digitally tweak photos. As much as I love using a lot of eye popping color, I’m looking for a new challenge.

When I was in Los Angeles recently, I spent an entire day at the Annenberg where I was completely enamored by The Year exhibit. I was inspired mostly by the black and white images. The noise in them, the perfect contrast, and in almost every single shot had such subtle vignetting. These main elements made it so easy to pin point the importance of the moment in the photograph without being overwhelmed by the colors and textures.

My next goal is to step outside of my comfort zone of color and learn how to edit in black and white. I’m confident that I’m off to a pretty decent start.

After closing the bar during Courtney’s first trip to New York, we made our way straight over to the Today Show. To our surprise, it was swarming with preteens waiting to see Miranda Cosgrove. The early morning also featured a father who was less than pleased to hear children screaming with joy while the cameras weren’t even on them.

All Photos taken by Chloe Rice