Happy New Year! Magic-Ala-Mode is back and ready to kick some new year butt with fashion, NYC, and other fun, delicious content. Here’s a fun treat I’ve been working on to start things off right.
Many of my friends always ask me about the movie-going experience in the Big Apple. From the best theaters in their hood, movie ticket prices, comfy seats, to who has the tastiest popcorn, there’s a lot to think about when going to the movies in a place as insane as NYC. But with 11 plus years of New York cinema adventures, I think I’ve gotten a grip on where you should go, and which you should avoid. So, without further ado, here is my long-awaited guide to the best (and worst) theaters in New York City!
When I think about it,the whole point of Magic Ala Mode is showing off the whimsy that can be found anywhere in this world. And as a New Yorker with her mind on colors and happiness, seeking out the places within this concrete jungle that inspire me can be rare.
Between the usual favorite spots getting boring, or them not surviving long enough in the midst of the sleek grey tones of NYC, finding consist and new things that work to encourage and continue my aesthetic can be a challenge for sure. Yet, that is my goal with these series of posts – to find something beautiful and magical in all of the Manhattan neighborhoods. Because this is New York City – the Big Apple, and anything can happen here.
Let’s begin this series by looking at a neighborhood that means a lot to me – Tribeca.
When I describe to people my personal “aesthetic”, I tend to point in the direction of the pop culture that inspires me. There’s Disney related things, Magical Girl genre shows, music videos, retro pin up ads, etc. But there happens to be one particular movie (that I only saw within the last year or so) that really has become the true definition of my style and taste in multiple things – but mostly within its visual language: The Young Girls of Rochefort. And with the release of the new Kate Spade Spring 2019 collection, my love for this movie (and this colorful style) continues to grow.
Some of us wake up feeling proud in the morning. Perhaps it is for your gender, sexual orientation, heritage, or the breakfast you just made – you name it, you own that confidence and pride for it. And while I have quite a bit of admiration for a lot of those elements of myself, one of the things I am the most proud of happens to lay in the middle of my right arm – my birthmark aka my hemangioma.
A few nights ago, I got the opportunity to have my stylish buddy Victoria (Parfait Doll) snap some photos of me near my work area – specifically the super cool decorated walls near the recently built Occulus/FiDi mall.
As a girl with giant hips since the moment she hit puberty, when I heard the words “curvy” and “con” together in a title, I lost my gosh darn mind. And incase you are thinking this blog post is some sort of a fever dream, then you would be wrong.
TheCURVYcon (created by bloggers Chastity Garner and CeCe Olisa) is described as the following:
“….a two day event that brings plus size Brands, Fashionistas, Shopaholics, Bloggers and YouTubers into one space, to chat curvy, shop curvy and embrace curvy….”
This ain’t a guide to surviving NY’s fashion apocalypse, but more of just a silly ramble of an observation.
Going in and out of Manhattan every day on a 24/7 basis, I tend to get one of two reactions to my style – someone appears to accept my outfit, or a set of eyebrows raise at the sight of bright colors gracing the Grand Central “runways”. Why such drastic responses? That (along with how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop) is an answer I’ve been on quite a hunt for.