Who’s That: Summer Rayne Oakes

February 26, 2010 //
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Employer: New York Post
Published by: Page Six Magazine

Who’s That: Summer Rayne Oakes
Model Summer Rayne Oakes doesn’t care if you’re green with envy, as long as you’re green.

“Eco-model” could be an eye roll–inducing label, if only its owner, Summer Rayne Oakes, 24, didn’t cause jaws to drop instead. At 13, she became a member of the Environmental Advisory Council in her hometown of Montdale, Pa.; at Cornell University, she juggled a double major in natural resources and entomology (yep, the study of bugs) with modeling—but only for socially conscious brands. “I’ve turned down some really significant jobs that probably made my agent cry,” laughs the Williamsburg resident. She launched her unique career realizing that “if I were to create real change, I would have to step outside my small science circles and reach new audiences.” Hence her new hosting gig on Discovery’s Planet Green—where she supervised an eco-battle (i.e., a contest to decide who can live greener) between musicians Ludacris and Tommy Lee—and her line of affordable green footwear, Zoe & Zac, for Payless. Now she can add “lifestyle guru” to her jam-packed résumé, as her book, Style, Naturally: The Savvy Shopping Guide to Sustainable Fashion and Beauty hits stores today. Read the rest of this entry »

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Why The Crimson Love Their Choos: An Interview with Chester French

February 26, 2010 //
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Employer: Guest of a Guest Inc.
Website: Guest of a Guest Hamptons

Why The Crimson Love Their Choos: An Interview with Chester French

Chester French is the architect who designed the Lincoln Memorial and “The Spirit of Life.” He’s also a synth-rock band signed to Pharrell’s Star Trak label, a band masterminded by two fresh-out-of-Harvard, button-down-wearing white boys. The tale of D.A. Wallach and Maxwell Drummey is one of dormitory sessions and persistent demo-distribution, of intuition and drily dirty wit. Most of all, it is one of talent, and the ability to put it to use. Below, the boys talk genre-bending, wet tee-shirt contests, and coveting their neighbors’ physiques.

First of all, your name… What was its genesis?
DA: We named ourselves after Daniel Chester French, the sculptor.

Max: He had a cool name, and we didn’t, so we took his. Read the rest of this entry »

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A City In Summer

July 9, 2009 //
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Website:  Boston T Parties

By the time I left work last night, it had stopped raining. The air was somewhere between sultry and humid and it clanged with voices, the way summer nights in cities are supposed to. It’s about a mile from my office to the T in Porter Square, and because the night had muted the endless mini-strip malls, gas stations, and crumbling row houses lining Somerville Ave, I didn’t mind the walk. In fact, I liked it enough to keep going, past Porter and into Harvard Square, where the brick and cream and green gleamed and even the panhandlers seemed at ease.

And then the brick swapped out for Inman and Central Square’s wood and plastic and throngs of people spilling out of The Middle East and All Asia and a plump little man in sky blue polyester chasing a group of middle aged men in grimy sweatshirts, and a boy carrying a banjo met a girl carrying a bottle of Yellowtail and a black artist’s folder, and when they kissed “bohemian like you” played in my head. A sprightly song to walk to. Read the rest of this entry »

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Boston And Its Tea Parties

October 24, 2008 //
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Employer: Myself
Website: Boston T Parties
The Trouble With North End Street Festivals…

Is that the streets are narrow, and cramped. Five feet into Hanover Street (way before I hit Salem Street, where Saint Anthony’s Festival started), and already I was at an impasse, blockaded by vast hordes of dogged pastry pursuiants. I took a (horrible -sorry!) photo of the line outside Mike’s Pastry Shop: just imagine one of those outside of nearly every nearby eating establishment. Even the chinese restaurant had a line.

Once I reached the festival, the crowds became much worse. Walking of my own accord was no longer possible, instead, I was very slowly propelled by stands offering greasy, sad $3/slice cheese pizzas, $6 sausage rolls, pina coladas served in your choice of fauxconut or plastic goblet, fried dough, italian ices, pastas, cannolis, biscotti, and arancini. Read the rest of this entry »

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East Ender

October 23, 2008 //
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Employer: Guest of a Guest Inc.
Website: Guest of a Guest… Hamptons

Who Is This Other Half? An Interview With Author Jasmin Rosemberg

We’re more than a bit in awe of Jasmin Rosemberg. At twenty-three, the bubbly Brooklynite bunked Standard & Poor, landed herself a column at the New York Post chronicling her Hamptons share house experience, and lived to write the bacchanalian tale. A slew of reporting gigs and media spotlights ensued (Life & Style, BlackBook, Page Six, VH1), as did a novel, out June 25th. How the Other Half Hamptons reads like “Animal House 2.0: The Hamptons,” with all the delicious cultural references and sartorial digs its location necessitates. In our current SATC-crazed enviroment, we can’t help but draw comparisons to another, fictional NYC columnist, for while Rosemberg’s fashion sense may be a tad less eccentric, she’s just as endearing. We got the dish on Park Slope childhoods, old-school literary brat-packers, and what should be in every share houser’s suitcase. Read the rest of this entry »

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Manhattan’s Streets I Saunter’d

October 23, 2008 //
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Employer: Guest of a Guest Inc.
Website: Guest of a Guest

Trashionistas, and other Sartorial Miscreants
Manhattan is known for being a hub of all things fashion, but even hubs have their shaky spots. Bergdorfs is a Baccarat ashtray’s throw away from Abercrombie and Fitch, and poor little Prada-Soho has to spend its days trying to ignore the coos over the checked mini skirts and faux-fur-lined hoodies of its neighbor, American Eagle (do you think the stores’ respective customers ever go through the wrong doors –Miuccia dabbling in bunnies, snowflakes, and Americana-lite? No wonder it’s on 3500% mark-down).

Our own street, St. Marks Place, is famed for its er, alternative approach to style, and nary a day goes by where we don’t see doc-martened ghost-faced teens oggling Trash and Vaudville’s patent-leather pleasures. While less than aesthetically appealing, the goths, anarchists, wikkens, and sundry disillusioned at least make for interesting scenery. This morning, however a quartet of patchwork Uggs, fake-distressed minis, and Coach logo bags inspired us to create this, a list of the most irritating looks running rampant in our city. Feel free to add on….

  • The “why doesn’t Tory Burch put the shiny metal logos on everything?!”
  • The “Chloe Sevigny’s Opening Ceremony collection is genius. All of it. Even the calico jumpsuit. Especially the calico jumpsuit.”
  • The “Avril Lavigne is my style goddess. Kan’t w8 4 her nu Khols’ line!”
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This Feast Has Moved

October 22, 2008 //
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Employer: Community News Corp.
Newspaper: Dover Sherborn Press

An American In Paris: On Bidding Adieu
It’s funny how it takes leaving to make a place home. I’d long noticed and envied the jet-setting ways of my fellow classmates, and had both read and heard copious refrains regarding the ease of travel within Europe, but it took me until early November to actually decide on a destination, Barcelona, and a date, Nov. 30. My Barcelona fact-sheet was mostly blank, and what wasn’t — location and language, was either obvious or erroneous. I chose it partially because the airfare was 1.58 euro plus tax, and partially because I figured four years of high school Spanish would make communication feasible, if not fluid.

Unfortunately the dominant tongue in Barcelona is Catalan, which bears about as much in common with Spanish as Creole does with English. No matter, from the second I stepped, squinty-eyed, onto the tarmac and out of my winter coat, I was happy to be there. It’s a fantastic city, a combo of space-age sparkles and dingy post-WWII warehouses and millennia-old tunnel-like passageways decorated with drying sheets and dying geraniums. There are plenty of museums and mountains and museums on mountains and beaches and three-table restaurants filled with old men drinking shot-glasses of café. Read the rest of this entry »

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Plus, A History Of Weblogs

October 21, 2008 //
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“Stay for a While: Analyzing the Rhetoric of Weblogs”

 When I was in middle school, the class I dreaded most wasn’t algebra, or gym, it was computer applications. Computer applications meant an hour of mind-glazing lectures on the finer arts of spreadsheets, powerpoint presentations, and once we’d shown some semblance of Word proficiency, website publishing. This last was the worst; ages of writing html code on Notepad so that our site would be blue, instead of white. The really tech-savy managed to make their banners jiggle, but mine remained resolutely sedentary. Personal websites, I decided, were a realm into which I preferred not to enter. Countless others opted differently, though I wasn’t aware of this until quite recently. In fact, it took me until February of this year, while perusing through craigslist job advertisements,  to become cognizant of the phenomenon that is weblogging. Unsure of what a weblog was (an online diary?), I nonethless applied to several, and, two weeks later, I became the Undergrad for a blog called Guest of a Guest, dishing up New York culture and nightlife through a collegiate perspective. Read the rest of this entry »

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