Jentine is an amazing thrifter and seems like a really nice person, too.
As a reader of many, many fashion blogs, including Leandra’s, I am always wondering if what they are wearing was gifted to them or if what they are wearing was something they chose to wear and bought themselves. It gets even more difficult to figure that out when what they are wearing is both entirely exclusive and incredibly expensive. Sure, I have some fancy shoes and expensive handbags in my own closet — but most are second hand or ebayed or otherwise. Who wouldn’t want to be sent beautiful clothes and accessories for free in the mail and just asked to wear them?
I wish I knew of more bloggers who do what I do that I could really identify with. I want someone who mixes second hand with one designer piece they saved months and months to buy. Someone who scours thrift stores until they find what they are looking for instead of just being sent something expensive. I guess I fall somewhere in between Menkes and Medine.
And I guess my work as a critic influences me, too. If all I did was write about free meals that restaurants invited me to eat, that would certainly de-legitimize my point of view and my opinions.
Food and fashion for thought this morning.
Suzy Menkes on the state of fashion week.
Happy 4th of July! Everyone enjoy your food and fireworks :D
That night, while grandmother was getting supper, we opened the package Mrs. Shimerda had given her. It was full of little brown chips that looked like the shavings of some root. They were as light as feathers, and the most noticeable thing about them was their penetrating, earthy odor. We could not determine whether they were animal or vegetable.
“They might be dried meat from some queer beast, Jim. They ain’t dried fish, and they never grew on stalk or vine. I’m afraid of ‘em. Anyhow, I shouldn’t want to eat anything that has been shut up for months with old clothes and goose pillows.”
She threw the package into the stove, but I but off a corner of one of the chips I held in my hand, and chewed it tentatively. I never forgot the strange taste; though it was many years before I knew that those little brown shavings, which the Shimerdas had brought so far and treasured so jealously, were dried mushrooms. They had been gathered, probably, in some deep Bohemian forest.
The list of big cities and their critical presence is especially interesting. I’ll add Omaha:
Status: I write weekly reviews and food stories for the Omaha World-Herald; we also employ a team of freelance writers that write both reviews and food stories. Rachel Grace writes regular reviews under the moniker “Fat in Omaha” at Omahype.com. Summer Miller, along with a number of freelancers, write food stories and notes for the Omaha Reader. There’s also Food and Spirits Magazine and edibleOmaha.
Food blogs: Gastronomic Fight Club (mostly active on Facebook now); Fat in Omaha; Food Me Omaha; Distilled Opinion; which mostly covers Iowa but now and again mentions Omaha; Stalk My Kitchen, a cooking and food blog.
Who else is out there covering Omaha food?