Last night, I watched Miss Universe. Normally, that's not exactly my kind of programming, but I was really curious about what the pageant would be like now that Donald Trump no longer owns it. Here are the stories I wrote for Mic during and shortly after the live broadcast:
Read these and other stories on my Mic stream.
David and I are at it again! We made another video for Quail Bell Magazine. Check it out here:
Please read this paragraph from a prose poem that appears in Nikki Giovanni's Chasing Utopia. It's exactly what I needed today. Maybe it's what you need, too.
Other words that have resonated with me recently came out of the very handsome mouth of Jane the Virgin actor Justin Baldoni. I interviewed him for his altruistic Skid Row Carnival of Love for Mic. Read about what he does to support homeless people in Los Angeles:
Today, I really didn't want to do anything. No work, just plain ole fun. So, because my husband and I are nerds, we headed over to the American Museum of Natural History to check out the new ¡Cuba! exhibition and see some dead ("stuffed") animals, too. David's godmother got us a museum membership, so we get to view all of the goodies at no extra cost. (Yippee!) The only sad part of the day was that I lost my favorite winter hat (pictured above.) At least David took a photo of me in it before we parted ways. Fare thee well, little burgundy knit.
EEEEEK!!!!!!!!!! Many thanks to Scars Publications for publishing & releasing my chapbook, The Eating Game, yesterday. Also thanks to Indolent Books for previously publishing one of the poems. The book is available for free download, so help yourself right here: http://scars.tv/pdf/2017/20170126The_Eating_Game.pdf
Sometimes I dip out of my apartment or coffee shop not just to interview people or cover events but to—gasp!—go into the office. Generally, that means the eyeliner and big hair come out to play. Thank goodness for work that doesn't involve nude pantyhose or much in the way of numbers (screw you, junior year calculus.) I wear whatever I want, though I usually opt for comfort with flair.
Here's the lowdown on what I'm wearing:
I found these two-sizes-too-big white jeans on the sidewalk, no joke. The Airwalks are my go-to tennis shoes in my signature shade. When you take the subway, you better be ready to hoof it! Meanwhile, the Brooklyn baseball cap peeping out of my sister's million-year-old, hand-me-down gray tote definitely came from a 99¢ store on Broadway in Bushwick. I use the tote to carry my lunch and a separate purse for my wall, laptop, notebook, etc. As for the Mod earrings? They came from Six in Queens Center. I don't normally shop at malls, but when I do, it's because the style is on point and the price is right. Capitalista soy yo.
The day after the Women's March on New York City, I somehow mustered the energy to photograph my friend and literary colleague, Mari Pack. I wanted to collaborate with her on a photo collage series and video. I'm handling the images and she's handling the words. Here's a selection of my favorite photo collages that have come out of the project thus far. (Honestly, I always have so much trouble choosing favorites.)
With the reception for Artbridge's Brownsville Matters taking place today, I really thought nothing could bring me down. Then I found out about Trump's executive order, i.e., a Muslim ban. The least I could do was make this shareable graphic for Quail Bell Magazine readers. I need to think about long-term goals for becoming a better Muslim ally. I'm thinking back to these Islamophobia stories I wrote for Romper and Daily Worth. What will I write next? How will it help?
I have always been an artist, but now that I'm an East Brooklynite, I think it's my duty to dedicate at least some of my practice to the local community. That's why the call for Artbridge's Brownsville Matters Competition appealed to me. I could bring my designs to people who live in the same borough I do. And not to a gallery or museum, but right there on the street. To make art truly accessible for everybody, we have to take it off the fancy white walls of those rarified spaces and put them in the public eye. With this particular project, Artbridge wanted to bring the winning designs to the area outside of a housing project. (You can learn more about Brownsville Matters here.) I was all about that. I still am.
That's why I was so happy I could take part in the opening reception today. I saw my two winning designs installed, ate some cake (including a slice with a photo of my art on it!), and led a craft activity for local kids and seniors. It was a bright day in Brownsville.
Here are a few pics from the festivities:
By day, I am Christine Stoddard, a New York-based magazine writer. By night I am the founding editor of the bewitching Quail Bell Magazine and a Brooklyn bohème who adores art, magic, and revolution. Really, those two personas are not all that different—at least if you're paying attention. This is where I dream, dabble, and muse. From time to time, you'll find me promoting the fairy punk lifestyle, too. And why not? It's addictive. Learn more about me.