A Thousand Threads

Tag: New York

Shouldn’t the groom get to look good too?

Brooklyn Tailors

There is nothing quite so wonderful as a man in a well-tailored suit… and, in my opinion, nothing quite so unfortunate as a groom in a suit that doesn’t fit.

This is one place where I’m always a little confused when it comes to weddings. Why, when I am encouraged by the media to spend upwards of $10,000 on a dress (I didn’t… I promise) is my guy encouraged to run on down to the nearest rental shop for whatever he can find? (naturally I’ll eat my words if you’re the kind of bride who also has chosen to rent your dress — which is totally possible these days)

I believe that my groom should have the opportunity to feel just as fantastic as I do on our day.

After all, it is our day. As bride-centric as the industry may be, I would hate to think that the day is just meant to be mine.

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So, when Mark came to me to say that he’d really love it if he could have a suit from Brooklyn Tailors, I was totally on board.

And actually, I was also really excited.

Not only did my guy want a nice suit… he had some seriously fantastic taste.

Brooklyn Tailors

Brooklyn Tailors is the most awesome little shop in Williamsburg, building beautiful suits for an unbelievably reasonable price… and their owner, Daniel (who owns the shop in partnership with his wife, Brenna) is just as wonderful as his work. He even took the time to give us a long list of his favorite restaurants, complete with a full description (a man after our own hearts) when we asked where we should go.

We’ve been ticking them off slowly with each visit.

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And I swear to you — every single time Mark comes out of a fitting, he’s glowing.

I’ve only been allowed to go along once, since Mark is keeping his look a secret — just like mine — but I know how great the fittings are going just by taking one look at his face.

I hope I look that happy when I try on my dress!

No… most of the time, while Mark is being fitted, you can find me just down the street, happily rocking a $35 mani/pedi (a unicorn that runs happy and free in New York and LA… but can’t be found — to save my life!! — in the DC area).

But that’s another story altogether.

I ❤ New York

When I was 18, I moved to LA.

I moved from a small town on the coast of Oregon that nobody (save a few fans of Pre — who I also ❤ in case you’re wondering) had ever heard of.  That little town was filled with trees… and clean air… and nice people.

I hated LA.

I hated it with a fiery passion and felt like the concrete was about to swallow me alive.

And then, one day… without notice… I fell in love.

That big grey city stole my heart.  Its food, its culture… its big dirty polluted self seeped into my soul and made itself a little home… and today, even though I know it’s crazy, I miss it like hell…

And it’s not just the surfing and the sun, though those two might serve as a couple of easy targets if you really think I’m nuts.

I do miss surfing, next to the smoke stacks… and I miss the sun.  But I also miss the creativity, the freedom of the people… the feel of that place that never leaves once it’s got you by the soul.

The first couple of times I visited New York… I was not impressed.  It was big… dirty… I couldn’t see the sun.  But the more I go… the more I realize that New York, like LA, has begun to seep in.

We’re still getting to know each other, New York and I… but despite our rocky start, I don’t know… it might be love.

Is it Monday already?

This weekend we headed up to New York for Mark’s first suit fitting and to see a friend’s show (Her last before it heads to Scotland for Edinburgh fringe!) and since Mark was busy playing with other, fancier cameras… I got a little time behind the lens.

Pepe and I are still getting to know each other (what, you don’t name your inanimate objects?) but we’re a whole lot closer than we used to be.  Honestly, I’d say I’m about half a step above point and shoot, but hey, anything’s an improvement.

Mark was pretty excited about his fitting (I can’t wait to see!) and it gave us a good excuse to grab some tasty brunch at egg before heading into Manhattan to get ready for the show — which was amazing, and echoed a lot of important issues I’ve been thinking about lately (especially while reading this book).  I’m so proud of that kickass playwright friend of mine… but that’s nothing new.

On Sunday we squeezed in a tasty bagel and a trip to the High Line before heading home to our cozy beds and our happy puppy.  I love trips out of town, and especially love the chance to see friends, but it’s always nice to come home, too.  And I know Mr. Lennon is pretty pumped.

How was your weekend?  Was it as super hot as it was in the east?  We nearly died.