Tanoshinde!: SABIT NYC

SABIT Varsity Jacket F/W '08

Best known as the go-to brand of T-Pain, Japanese urbanwear brand SABIT is steadily creating waves with fashionistas in both the music industry and New York City. Currently boasting a roster of famous fans from Swizz Beats (the face of Sabit) to Chris Brown, Ludacris and Li’l Wayne, Sabit is easily becoming a favored brand because of it’s barrage of bold prints, patterns and cuts.  From upscale shorts, tees emblazoned with their signature sparrow “BIRD”  design and their most sought after staple varsity jackets, Sabit offers a great mix of quality manufacturing and flashiness for fashion risk takers and subtle stylistas alike.

As the brand continues its quiet riot head designer and creator Shoichi ensures to maintain and promote Sabit’s humble motto, “tanoshinde”, which means “enjoy” in Japanese. In other words, Sabit is slowly becoming one fashion force to be reckoned with.

To find stores city wide, view the collection, keep up with events and media coverage, hit up SABITNYC.COM.

Live It, Love It, ENJOY It!

Grizzy

Alice in Wonderland

Candid Camera: Alice Smith @ SummerStage '06

I was first introduced to the wonderful voice of Alice Smith back in 2006, while working for amNY newspaper. While rummaging through the freebies bin, I came across an advanced copy of her debut, For Lovers, Dreamers and Me and instantly fell in love with the songs “Do I”, “Dream”, and “Woodstock.” I preached to the choir about her grace and poise as a performer, which balanced out her soulfully gritty voice–you know, the kind of voice that can transcend heartache pain and pleasure at once? She gave me chills and I liked it.

Still riding on my A. Smith high, I was elated to see her open up for Goapele at NYC’s Summerstage that summer and watching her perform was the most amazing thing I have ever witnessed. It was better than watching M.I.A. (whom I had seen the previous summer) and eating a basketful of brownies topped with ice cream after smoking some of the best Hawaiian Gold. She didn’t even have to move or do any fancy antics: her voice alone made the show. Since then, I have never stopped craving for some more Alice.

So I guess, in essence,  what this post really is is an open letter to the wonderfully talented Ms. Smith:

Dear Alice,

Girl, the music world is wounded and bleeding and only you have the medicine to help heal it.

Please drop another album soon!

Your Biggest Fan,

Miss G

PS: Hey, Goapele, don’t think we haven’t noticed your absence as well.

Check out Alice’s performance at Joe’s Pub NYC last May. I dare you to disagree!

OMG! Could this be true….???

Some unlucky Apple employee left this at a bar and now the masses are lucky enough to catch a first glimpse at what could be the new iPhone 4G!

As my babyboo (and future PR agent) Davey so eloquently said, “My inner techie geek is shaking and crying!”

Thank you, whoever you are, for finding this gem. And thank you Davey for dropping yet another one of your gems

Ahhhh!

Miss G

SHout Outs!

Keep your eyes on these blogs written by two of my favorite fellow bloggistas, Akeem–whose satirical world observations always make me chuckle into my cereal; and Mechy –my (unofficial) resident sex anthropologist.

Spread the love and hug a thug!

Miss G

Things Women Wish Men Knew (And Practiced!)

No Need to Argue, Boyfriends Just Don't Understand...

Dear Ladies,

How annoying is it to have to constantly remind your dude about your pet peeves and such? And as if that weren’t annoying enough, how irritating is it to be accused of being a nag? Well, here for your entertainment purposes is a list of the top things women wish men knew and would take the time to consider before pissing us off.

1. We Aren’t Objects.

As flattering as it is to know how attracted you are to us, boys, it is not okay to constantly tweek, bite, nibble, slap, smack, pinch, grope, poke or overall molest us. Especially in public. We have boundaries and we appreciate them being respected. We don’t appreciate having our nipples tweeked while cooking breakfast, doing laundry, or trying to watch a movie.  PLEASE STOP. PS: if we happen to be showering together, it is not an invitation to do all of the aforementioned behavior simply because we’re naked.

2. Your Mess Isn’t Our Mess.

Clean up after yourself, especially if you know we have just clocked in three or more hours cleaning/disinfecting our apartments. Your socks belong on your feet or in the laundry basket, not on the floor by the edge of the bed where you know I can see them and will be staring at them for the next two days until you (or more than likely, I) pick them up. Same goes for your underwear.

3. Sex And The City = ESPN.

We shut up when the Lakers are playing, so please shut up when Carrie, Samantha, Miranda or Charlotte is speaking.

4. Same Goes For Magazines.

It’s our porn. Come back in 20 minutes.

5. We Are Not Built to Be Your Mothers.

If we did not birth you, we are not obligated to take care of you. If I don’t feel like cooking, find a frying pan or a menu. Same goes for you guys too: you are not our daddies so don’t feel like you have to save us all the time. We can handle it! (Unless otherwise noted which brings me to):

6. Sometimes We Want You to Be Our Mr. Man.

Don’t ignore us when we cry, sigh, and are in less than a great mood. Hug us, kiss us, and tell us you’ll be there if we need you. Little things like that count (and contribute to your Brownie Points).

7. Don’t Lie. Ever.

We know you broke our favorite glass. We know you ditched our weekly date night to watch the game with your buddies. We know youre still friends with your ex. And yes, now we’re pissed off because you didn’t tell us beforehand.

8. Pay Attention and Be Yourself.

The more you tune us out, the more we have to repeat ourselves–or sometimes not at all, which in your case, men, means that we have moved on. Arousal for women starts in the mind, so when you take the time to satisfy all the little things it only makes us want you more. And please don’t try to be the next Colin Farrell just because we happened to mention how hot we think he is (holy….moly…). You hooked us the first time by being yourself. Stay that way. We notice change, and we don’t like it. Same goes for behaviors: if you go from texting us once a day to once a week, we are going to notice. And we will only become suspicious, which then leads to doubt.

My intentions aren’t to provide a list of “rules” for you, guys, but to simply provide you with a tool to better understand your lady counterparts. We take the time out to fulfill your (sometimes ludicrous) needs, so pay it forward and pay it back!

With Love,

Miss G

WanderLust: Caracas

7th Street between 1st and Ave A

Ay Dios Mio!

Never have I ever tasted South American cuisine as delicious as the tasty eats at Caracas, near Alphabet City. The Venezuelan cafe is as tight as a tuna can, but the food is worth the wait (and getting elbow slammed by the waitress and busboys).

My date and I munched on appetizers called Yo-Yos–sweet plantain fried with white, salty cheese in the middle and a sweet, molasses-y dipping sauce. I chose to pass up the provided dipping sauce for the table-side staple dressing: a garlic and hot pepper mayo.

For the entree, we ordered the national dish called the Pabellon Criollo–a smorgasbord of marinated shredded beef, black beans, white rice, sweet plantains and crumbled white cheese. The dish itself resembled the Pepsi logo and the mixture of all the different textures and flavors made for one interesting (and delicious) experience. My date washed his down with a freshly squeezed mango-guava juice, while I chose to satisfy my sweet tooth with the homemade coconut milkshake, the Cocada.

Overall, what Caracas lacks in portion-to-price ratio (our small meal came out to close to $70!), it makes up for in authenticity and kitsch (a bobble head figurine of President Hugo Chavez topped off the tacky abuela-inspired decor).

Check the menu online: http://www.caracasarepabar.com.

Caracas/Caracas To Go: 91 E 7th Street (bet 1st and Ave A). 212.529.2314.

There’s also one in Williamsburg! Caracas Brooklyn: 291 Grand St. 718.218.6050

Delicioso!

Senorita G

RIP Monogamy?

Homewrecking = Big Bucks.

What ever happened to the good old days of finding a soulmate?

With all the recent news surrounding celebrities and their infidelities (Tiger, Sandra’s skankmagnet husband, Jesse James, Tiki Barber) I couldn’t help but question just how much does monogamy play a role in relationships anymore.

It’s bad enough regular men cheat on their wives and girlfriends regularly but to see an epidemic of famous, married and once respectable men getting exposed doing the same also makes one wonder when did the laws of “love” get thrown out the window?

Reading up on the most recent scandal involving NFL star and personality Tiki Barber and his wife of 11 years, my heart felt a pang of sadness for this woman. Not only did she invest 11 years of what she believed to be true love and fidelity, but he decides to drop this bombshell on her when she is at her most vulnerable–while she is eight months pregnant. The nerve of this motherf*cker.

With divorce rates in the US alone skyrocketing and tons of celeb jumpoffs coming out of the woodworks, this generation of women can’t help but be apprehensive (if not, allergic) to commitment. Our society–particularly the media–tends to only add more fuel to the fire by giving these homewreckers free exposure with spreads in magazines and airtime on popular news shows; which in turn glorifies the idea that infidelity is not only acceptable, but lucrative. Look at the skeezer who started it all: Ashley Dupree. She just recently did a spread in Playboy, which not only paid her a ridiculous amount of pocket change, but helped nurture her notoriety even more as a mistress. Or Tiger “Cheetah” Woods’ first known (and already somewhat exposed) sidepiece and VH1 Tool Academy alum, Jaimee Grubbs, who was featured in a Maxim spread earlier this year. Nevermind those two already semi-smutty mediums of media, but what pissed me off the most was this month’s issue of Vanity Fair, which featured four of Tiger’s mistresses. VF is considered one of the most respected publications out there but for them to have the cojones to give these women any attention (let alone within the pages of their magazine) was nothing less than appalling.

Unfortunately cheating is one disease we cannot cure, however, one disease we can cure is “honoring” these smutty women. The less coverage publications garner them, the less acceptable will it be for all these famous men to get away with matrimonial murder. All I know is monogamy has been slain and slaughtered in today’s society and it is only up to us to revive it.

Let’s have a retro-revival and stop being greedy, conniving bedhoppers and respect our mates.

“Stop the bitchassness!”

Love,

Miss G

KiD CuDi is Pushing Vitamin Water?

Following in the footsteps of Fiddy and trying to expand his empire, Vitamin Water’s new Strong Man campaign uses CuDi’s “Pursuit of Happiness” to get strong men everywhere pumped and motivated.

I understand every once in a while people have to do a little something strange for some change but this new ad has people wondering if KiD CuDi is making a smart business move or just selling out.

*Shrug*

Check out the commercial below.

Everything that shines ain’t always gold,

Miss G

Say Hello to My Little Friend!

Check out this funny ass video of a school’s production of Scarface. SMH!

I think the funniest part of this entire thing is the “Security Camera” footage.

ROFL!

Miss G

Happy Birthday, Madison Ave Boys!

The Mad Ave Boys F*ck It Up this Saturday.

This Saturday it’s going down at The Gates in celebration of the Mad Ave Boys first birthday! Join Rivington, Animal, Charlie, Luke & Capt. Mad  for a kick ass set, sweet drinks and an all around rock star event.

Check out the boys on Myspace and show them some groupie love on Facebook!

THE GATES: 21+, no cover, bring your attitude

290 8th ave (between 24th and 25th Streets in NYC).

It’s a Celebration, Bitches!

Miss G