Patch did a story on Artbridge's Brownsville Matters installation and featured one of my pieces. Happy Saturday and hooray for community journalism! I think the most powerful quote in the piece came from Artbridge executive director Stephen Pierson:
"From my perspective, Brownsville is generally only covered by the media when bad things happen. It's also important to look at the vibrant culture and neighborhood, and we crafted an exhibition around promoting those narratives."
I couldn't agree more. Read the full story here:
I'm so excited about New York Fashion Week! It's exactly the temporary distraction I need from politics. I've already started lusting after the fabulous clothes about to hit the catwalk. Here are some the featured designers whose work I absolutely adore. Until I see what they unveil this month, I'll be like a kid on Christmas Eve. In the meantime, I'll continue dreaming about their current and spring collections—both runway and ready-to-wear.
Alice and Olivia
Now that we have a president who refers to black people as "the blacks" or uses "inner-city" as code, Black History Month feels especially important this year. Black lives matter, dammit.
Here are two recent Mic stories I wrote to pay tribute to black people. One is about Celia Cruz and Afro-Latinos; the other is a round-up of recommended movies to binge-watch on Netflix this month.
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.
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.