Why Did You Wear That: A Walk in the Park

By |July 30th, 2013|Personal Style, Why Did You Wear That?|

It’s a rare occasion that I make it above 14th Street.  Leaving downtown at times feels like leaving the country.  Well, my country.  I’m not actually a neighborhood snob (okay, maybe), but for me, there’s not much reason for me to head uptown.  I used to go for the sole purpose of re-blonding, but then my hairstylist left the country… and I stopped coloring my hair.  Some even say your ears may pop when you cross 42nd Street. Whatever the case may be, I don’t make it up to the Upper West Side or the park very often.

I can’t decide if I gave up on Central Park after I realized there were about 3cm of park where Smitty was actually allowed to be or that time we got pelted by a football courtesy of a group of guys trying to catch our attention.  Speaking of which, a guy once asked me on a date to Central Park.  I never called him back.  Even my best friends have a tough time coercing me to the Upper West Side.  Given enough wine, I’ve found myself sleeping on their couch in the morning, pleased with myself for having passed out before the pizza arrived.  So, when my newly Americanized pal, suggested we head uptown and check out the park, I felt I had to oblige.  I suffered through a steamy subway ride and was soon reminded what a wonderful oasis we have in our otherwise concrete desert.kirsten smith nyc

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shorts: Torn by Ronny Kobo, top: American Apparel, shoes: Jimmy Choo (similar), bracelets: Kenneth Jay Lane (ring version), bag: Asos (similar)



Photo Credit: Michael Stiegler

WhyDid Wisdom: Moving Right Along…

By |November 2nd, 2009|WhyDid Wisdom|

In my mere four years of living in New York City, I’ve lived in SIX different apartments. I’ve basically lived all the way up and down the westside.  First there was our summer sublet on 63rd and West End, followed by my first solo apartment right smack dab in the middle of Meatpacking. When I could no longer take the bottle popping noise from Wednesday through Sunday, I moved up to proper Chelsea to one of my very favorite apartments ever. Unfortunately, the owner sold it and I was back on the apartment hunt. I was, then, lucky enough to spend the next year living with one of my best college girlfriends.  At the end of that lease we both made the incredibly wise decision to move in with our significant others (sense the sarcasm?).  I moved into a beautiful apartment in Tribeca, where I lived for the past six months.  I thought this was the last stop on the train (at least for a while). I painted and decorated and made a beautiful home… and then, the fairytale turned more into a horror story.  When things crumbled for good, I again, was on the prowl for the perfect apartment.

Luckily, with the help of a couple amazing girlfriends, I managed to secure the holy grail as far as apartments for single girls in the city go. We had looked at several different apartments and felt more discouraged the more we looked.  Finally, we opened the door to the last one, and as cheesy as it sounds, we all teared up and knew this was “the one.”  So now, here I am in my new home with my loyal sidekick (my pup).  Now that the boxes are unpacked, it’s time to decorate. Feeling the need for a serious change (and not the kind that involves chopping/dying of my hair), I have decided to ditch my typical Moroccan/Bohemian look and have decided to go for “Mod Glam.”  My furniture (which I refuse to part with) is a bit modern, with clean lines, while my color scheme, pillows, and rugs suggest more of an old Hollywood glamorous feel.  Therefore, I have decided to combine them to create my very own girly space.  Below are some photos where I pulled my inspiration.

gasl_herrera_11apartment therapy44492499ccover-72091112070_EX1And while I lay awake on the morning of my move, full of anxiety… What did I do? I ordered chandeliers, of course!! I stumbled upon a website called www.gallery802.com where I was able to score TWO for under $300.

a46-370-4A46-387BLUESo while I lick my wounds and let my little broken heart heal, I will at least have a great space to sip pink champagne and gossip with the girls. Your living space can certainly make all the difference in your daily outlook. A healthy living environment means a healthy you.



P.S. I clearly consider myself a bit of a “moving expert” at this point. So, if you ever have questions or need suggestions, I’m your girl.

www.flatrate.com (highly recommend)- they may seem a bit more expensive, but it’s well worth it. I had a HORRIFIC experience with Oz Moving this go around.