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Weeks of Fashion.

Posted in She Is Nicotine. with tags , , , , , on February 24, 2010 by sheisnicotine

The season is once again upon us. The fashion world comes out in full force for the celebration of Fall and Winter. The big four cities loom large and bright, two down and two to go. I decided to showcase these big, busy, beautiful, boisterous, days as seen through my eyes. I hoped to catch a slightly more playful, less rigid tale of what we call Fashion Week. It’s a gathering of the community, a time to come together and bask in all that we are. To laugh, cry, run, dance, get dressed up, get dressed down and whizz through a week that feels like a year. Heres the first taste of the NYC installment, the last one ever in Bryant Park. Stay tuned for where the rest of the photos are ending up, it will be a pleasant surprise…

Big hair and even bigger personality, That Is Nicotine. Amanda Nørgaard embodying all those things and more, She Is Nicotine.

Breakfast, and a concert.

Posted in Just Do It. with tags , , , , , , , on July 31, 2009 by sheisnicotine

Dance with that?

There is a time, not inclined to say when but let it be known that the sun is waiting in the wings for its grand entrance, that the stomach begins a rumbling. The champagne has been slish-shloshing in your stomach from all the two stepping. And when you added Mr. Petron to the mix the dance party got a little too friendly in the tummy. So you embark on what can only be described as a vision quest. Hurtling through the New York dawn, you begin to see visions of bacon and eggs in the sky. Arriving at none other then a restaurant that caters to the party set, whose doors never close, and it smells of delicious food at both reasonable and un-reasonable times. The latter being the time we choose.

But when coming straight from the ruckus that is the dancefloor, and not having slept, one can not expect to simply sit at a table and delicately eat as if it were your mothers table. No no. These sorts of breakfasts require a different delicacy. They require that you bring your own speakers, and have an impromptu hip hop concert served to you amid the eggs and waffles and bacon. And of course, you don’t stop dancing.

Early morning meals, right after late morning adventures, where you turn a quiet restaurant into the club you just left and don’t care? That Is Nicotine.

Hawaiian reunion in the big city? That Is Nicotine.

Pylon Paradigm.

Posted in She Is Nicotine. with tags , , , , , on July 22, 2009 by sheisnicotine

Make Pylon Not War

The world always tells us to stop. To think things through. To analyze before you realize. To look both ways before you cross the street. Someone is always putting a pylon in our path, and telling us to take another route. How will you achieve anything at all if you don’t just take the mental leap. Success is not out of arms reach, people are just far to scared to extend their arms for it. I often find people waiting around for something to happen but not actually taking the time to make it happen. JUST DO IT. Have the corporate gods not hammered the slogan into your head enough. JUST FUCKING DO IT.  Will you sometimes fall? Yes. Will you bruise your knees? Yes. May you sometimes get hit by a proverbial bus? Probably. But at least you stepped off a sidewalk crowded with the bahing sheep of everyday life. 

So pick up the fucking pylon, and tell them to go to hell, you are gonna drive down the road anyway. You just probably wont look as good as these two doing it.

Girls having a pylon fight at 3am on route to a second club after a cab ride spent chugging “water”? They Are Nicotine.