On Jail La La (our favorite song off the Dum Dum Girls Sub Pop debut I Will Be) front woman Dee Dee brings to mind the nostalgia of a reverbed Grace Slick mixed with the clarity of Petula Clark then worn thin with the jadedness of a dark, smoky room somewhere in Malibu, in the 70's. Hey, it's our fantasy, not yours. But it's that unexpected juxtaposition that has us excited for the first time in awhile. Apparently, wishes can also be granted in the form of dream producers. Dee Dee sent her recordings to music industry veteran Richard Gottehrer of Voidoids, Blondie and Go-Go's fame (and having most recently produced the Raveonettes, to which Nylon can't stop comparing them to the Dum Dum Girls), bringing him on as post-producer: "He used better versions of effects that he could tell I was going for and made it more grown-up," Dee Dee stated in the March issue of Nylon. They open for The Girls at Webster Hall in NYC this Saturday, April 3rd.
photo by Tamar Levine
Friday, March 26, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
In the last 6 years we can't remember the last time it was this warm in the month of March in NYC. Yesterday we came out of hibernation mode, starting off with last summer's favorite brunch spot Vinegar Hill House (yes, the Reuben Sanchez is still permanently on the menu). Then we strolled down Henry Street, weaving through the strollers, took a left on Atlantic and walked through Boerum Hill, where we lingered at Darr over hunting trophies and burlap sacks. We browsed Hollander & Lexer across the street, took note of the rack of white linen vests and seersucker shirts. More burlap sacks at Smith & Butler before we finally rested our feet at Clover Club amid an updated menu of sours, bucks, mules and a handful of spiced almonds. Hopefully it's not just a tease but we'll get a true Spring the rest of this season.
The bar at Vinegar Hill House
Unmarked exterior of VHH
Carrera Sour of anejo tequila, pear nectar and jalopeno syrup and fresh lemon juice; spiced almonds
Uncle Buck of silver tequila, chartreuse, pineapple, lime and ginger syrup
Spicey Pete of single malt scotch, Velvet Falernum, ginger beer, lemon, orange and agave syrup
Sunday, March 21, 2010
As part of our winter ritual of catching up on our classics on lazy sundays over homemade meals that have been braising all day, we liked this Mike Nichols' once-controversial take on two friends Jonathan and Sandy- played by Jack Nicholson and Art Garfunkel, respectively- who continually objectify the women in their lives based on their divergent ideals of sex and love. It starts from their pre-sexual revolution college years (a great time for that toggle peacoat you see Jack wearing) then ends with their bitter, emasculated anti-climax in the Vietnam era. Candice Bergen looks so beautiful and fresh-faced; and Ann-Margret won the Golden Globe for her supporting role as Jonathan's unstable, sexually-spent wife. Not a bad companion to Nichols' Closer come to think of it.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Just a little further down the road from Uruguay's Punta del Este is a low-key, primarily untouched stretch of beach punctuated by a lighthouse called Jose Ignacio. The NY Times likened this sleepy little town to what the Hamptons were in the '60's. And although we weren't around then we can't help but notice the similarities to Montauk in the off-season only with better beach weather. Don't be surprised if you happen to be waiting for a table at the ultra-chic La Huella (right on Playa Brava) along with Argentinian footballers and polo players, especially in January when Punta del Este is at its height of the Summer season. Or aim for late February after the craziness has died down, and stay at Casa Suaya for an air-conditioned suite facing the ocean across Ruta 10. Anywhere you go, the seafood is incredibly fresh- we haven't had better grilled octopus since. There's also something special about those ubiquitous clay wood-fired ovens, because the pizza there was a total pleasant surprise whether it was the pistachio and gruyere from La Huella, the tomato and grana padano from Restaurant Garzon in Pueblo Garzon, or Marismo's margherita cooked in a treehouse (see below picture). At Marismo you have your choice of digging your bare toes in the sand at one of the tables next to a bonfire or up in a treehouse where you smell the smoky goodness from sitting right next to the kitchen. You literally walk through the trees before you find your way along a candlelit path to this restaurant, where you may be greeted by the long-haired owner himself or his family. It's where we had our first taste of provoleta- a disk of provolone seasoned with oregano and olive oil then grilled in one of those infamous clay ovens. Warning: don't call it white wine sangria. It's clerico and we drank it like water. We're still dreaming of our return and hoping it remains just as low-key as it was then. Although they were building a Setai off Ruta 10 last year and there is now a new Fasano location in the works.