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How a Green Girl Travels (to Paris and London!)

You are about to be jealous in t-minus 3…2…1….
I’m in London!!
Yup! I hopped a flight (carbon offset at a price of $22.66, naturally) to the old continent to visit my dear friend D. in Paris–of the going away party and recycled champagne glasses—and I’m on layover in the land of bad food, class divide, mean tabloids and royalty obsession.
The first thing I saw disembarking my flight? A hunky British dude making direct eye contact. I think I like it here.
D. is living the dream in Paris. On the one hand, I don’t like that my best friend is thousand of miles away. On the other hand, now I have an excuse to go to mother f’n Paris! (She keeps trying to get me to move there, but how could I leave NYC behind?
After we tear it up in the city of lights for a week, we’ll be back in London for a weekend. I’ve spent a whole summer in Paris before, but as the Audrey Hepburn character Sabrina said, “Paris is always a good idea.” But I’ve never been to London. “We must go,” I emailed D. emphatically. “It’s a huge hole in my experience that needs filling.”
So please, if you have recommendations, comment below or tweet them my way! I’ve already gotten a short list of museums, plus un-missable street food and competing recos for the best place to get high tea. (National Gallery, National Portrait Gallery, Tate Modern, Bosphorus Kebabs, The Ritz or Dukes Hotel, respectively).
Also, what does a modern green girl pack for her adventure in world travel? It’s all revealed:

From top left: iPhone charger, compact faux crocodile wallet, John Masters Organics lip balm, Korres non-toxic lipstick in coral, Sigg water bottle (empty for security), apartment keys (stripped of superfluities), laptop charger, Clean Hippie blog business cards and card holder, ChicoBag reusable bag, birth control, handkerchiefs from the Brooklyn Flea (2), pen, sleep mask, iPhone in Anicase endangered species cover, headphones, passport (!), flight reservation, sunglasses gotten for free from advertising partner at work with logo rubbed off with soy nail polish remover (couldn’t find my Kayu sunglasses—darn!). Not pictured: Zebra striped travel pillow made with post-consumer recycled content, laptop, magazines (coming up).

What to Wear for an Overnight Flight
Clearly, the goal is to get as close as to pajamas as possible without looking like a typical American ass. I chose my Degree Six top in soft organic cotton, organic Deborah Lindquist leggings, and a stack of Green Sewn vintage sari bracelets. You can’t see them, but on my feet are fuzzy socks—a Christmas present from my dear sister.
Mags Go Green for Earth Day
I have been busy unsubscribing from catalogues left and right, but I just can’t give up on my print editions of magazines. After all, they don’t put everything on line. And many magazines I get through my work. Piles of magazines have been eating my apartment like kudzu, but flights are a fabulous time to catch up.
Check out this bundle that has probably given me permanent back problems from hauling them to work and then through the subway system to the airport. (No black car for this lady.)

I absolutely loved diving into the April editions, since magazines from inStyle to Self are doing their darndest to pay lip service to Earth day with lots and lots of toxin-free and eco-friendly products—some old friends, some new to me. I also love that InStyle is educating consumers about one of my favorite websites, Skin Deep.
On my to try list: aluminum-free Weleda citrus deodorant, Yes to Tomatoes acne spot stick, USDA-certified organic essential oils by Tsi-La, Mali Organics Koke’e organics sugar body polish, DairyFace Eye Caramba Nourishing Facial Refresher, Butter London non-toxic nail polish, Dairy Kai vegetable base skylight candle, Bracketron’s Mushroom Green Zero wall charger, (all rated high by inStyle) and NY-based Anjolie Ayurveda moisturizers and soaps (thanks Oprah mag!). I even found some goodies in the ads: non-toxic Zoya nail polish and EOS lip balm (the ones you’ve no doubt seen in those little egg-shaped containers).
Of course, when I say “To try,” I do’t mean “Run out and immediately buy everything.” I just mean it’s on my radar if I happen to find myself in need of body polish. Truly being green means being judicious about purchases, yo.
Old favorites: tarte mascara–as recommended by Rachel Roy in inStyle–Priti soy nail polish remover (used to rub logo off those sunglasses I mentioned above), argan oil, and RMS beauty Un Cover Up.
Stay tuned for lots of lovely pictures! I have my big fancy Canon D7, my little canon for nights out and of course Instagram on my iPhone. Meanwhile, enjoy one of my favorite songs about Paris. (Hopefully we will make it to club Showcase! I had to cull my going out options down from three sequined dresses to one.)
Gotta run! My gate just got posted for Pearee.
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Tagged Green Travel, London, Paris
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Soho Organics Salon Brings Passion and Purpose to Haircuts
You use organic shampoo and conditioner, dab non-toxic eye shadow on your lids and sip organic gin and tonics at your favorite farm-to-table café.
Well, don’t overlook your hair.
When I first moved to NYC, I got a recommendation for a Soho salon from a friend. My hairstylist has been nothing but great. But when Brian Wallis of the new-ish Soho Organics Salon emailed me offering a review haircut, how could I say no?
So on a warm Saturday I hopped on my bike and rode down through the West Village to the salon. Inside it’s exposed brick, three chairs, two hair-washing sinks, a front desk and a little table with organic teas.
With just the three stylists doing everything at this little nook of a salon, it feels friendly and not at all intimidating. When you walk in, your stylist is just as likely to be at the front desk to greet you or on the phone taking an appointment as fussing over a client’s hair.
Once Brian got me settled into a chair, we discussed what I wanted. I had been considering straight-across, blunt bangs for some time, but my current stylist had gently discouraged me over and over again. I’m sure Brian was nervous about my request (the risk of a blogger freaking out about bangs-gone-wrong–even if she asked for them–is a very real one) but I assured him it’s what I wanted. Bangs don’t take long to grow out, anyway. So he started to work, while telling me more about the philosophy of the salon.
“We’re green by default because we’re concerned with health,” he said. Just like in a nail salon, what’s good for the clients is better for the stylists. They are breathing in that stuff all day, you see.
Soho Organics’ Story
For Brian Wallis, who has had a lifelong interest in health, it was only natural for him to take a job at the original go-to organic salon by John Masters.
“Most hair stylists laugh at organic salons. It seems like a gimmick. But literally from the first time I walked in, it was so relaxed, so chill, no drama, no craziness.”
And the salon wasn’t just for hippies–Brian estimates 70 to 80 percent of the John Masters clients were pregnant or had started coming when they were pregnant. Other were cancer survivors or had other health issues that made them seek out a cleaner option.
And then Masters, ostensibly wanting to give his product line his full attention, gave six months notice to the stylists before he closed the salon. Brian and two other stylists, Jen Parker and Rod Rayson, scrambled to put together their own venture, pouring their savings into it. When they opened, almost all of their clients followed. “They didn’t have much choice,” Brian says.
(That has changed, as some other former John Masters stylists have recently opened a salon called Hale in Tribeca. It’s so new there are no reviews out yet on how nice it is.)
The Products
Some salons use some organic products on request, but for the picky customer, that’s just not enough because you are still inhaling the chemicals from other treatments. (Lesson: Don’t even frequent a salon that does hair straightening.) At my salon, I’ve asked about parabens, and received the answer that they are being phased out.
At Soho Organics, all the shampoos, conditioners and even products like argon oil are John Masters, naturally. The hair color is by Organic Color Systems, which is free of ammonia and ammonia-like substances and odor-free.
Brian warned me off of so-called “ammonia-free” hair dye products offered by some salons. The trick is that they replace ammonia with another chemical that doesn’t have the same power, upping the levels to match the potency of ammonia. “I had a woman who came in who was going to get her hair done at a salon that was ammonia-free. But her eyes were watering and her scalp was burning.”
I can’t personally attest to what this special hair dye is like, since I keep things natural. But a client of SO’s told me via email that her hair is super shiny after the treatment. “People stop me to comment, in fact,” she said. Brian says that it’s like your hair has never been treated.
Go ahead and ask your stylists about the ingredients in any product. Brian reeled off a laundry list of acronyms for me. “It contains a little MEA and no TEA, and doesn’t contain propelyne glycol. There’s a 4% cap on PPDs in Europe, but in America we cap it at 7%. It’s .4 to .7% here. You can’t have completely PPD free permanent color. It’s PTD free.”
Translation: We took out all the bad crap we possibly could. And we are super friggin’ knowledgeable.
Soho Organics also offers a treatment called Keragreen. “We call it a smoothing system or a defrizzer. It’s truly formaldyhyde free. Once you’ve gotten the treatment done, you just take a flat brush and hair dryer and run it through your hair and it’s straight. But if you just let your hair air dry, it is still the natural texture of your hair, just without frizz.”
It sounds like just the thing for beautiful summer hair.

Before & after Brian cut my hair
When Brian finished with a blow dry of my hair, I was tentatively pleased. It’s always hard to see your look completely change. (“Is this too hipster?”) But in the last week I’ve grown to be absolutely in love with the bangs! I’ve morphed from a preppy girl to something a little edgier. It suits my mood and style much better, I think.
My Conclusion
I’m a convert. The stylists are passionate and knowledgeable about the ingredients in their products and treatments. And they are damn good at what they do!
I’m not the only one who thinks so. You can read fawning reviews of Soho Organics here and here.
Hot tip: Brian tisked my use of clarifying shampoo from my usual salon. “It’s just extra strong shampoo.” But I need to get rid of the buildup in my super thick hair! He recommends apple cider vinegar instead. Mix 1 part vinegar with 8 parts water, and douse your head with it. “It removes build up, is antibacterial, balances the PH and seals the ends,” he told me. Noted.
The Info
First appointments are at 11 AM, and last appointments at 6:30 PM. Prices range from $65 for a blow dry, to $105-125 for a haircut, hair color starting at $100, and Keragreen from $350 to $550.
Contact info: 192 Sixth Ave at Prince, Manhattan, (212) 680-0133, info@sohoorganics.com, sohoorganics.com
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Tagged Eco-friendly Hair, hair, Hair Salon, non-toxic beauty, review, Soho, Soho Organics
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Nights Out: I Know the DJ
A month ago I was sitting around with some sorority sisters, having a cocktail, and telling a story about a fascinating night out. And then another story. And then another one.
When one friend gushed, “Alden, I love hearing these stories about your life. It’s so entertaining,” I blushed. I feel like I’m always talking to much, taking up space in conversation. But lately, she’s right. My stories have been just so damn good. And I haven’t been sharing any of them here. (Well, except this one.)
That’s because this blog is about living sustainably. And what does a DJ booth, a magician, and butt naked and un-photoshopped celebrities have to do with living sustainably? Nothing, really.
And yet, these stories are too good not to share. Mildly inappropriate? Eh, depends on who is asking. If you are a former classmate from my blog- and publicity-averse alma mater, I can imagine you saying, “Alden wrote a blog about how she walked out of the Standard hotel at 9 in the morning,” with a raised eyebrow. But I’ve effectively stopped caring about that subset of the population.
And there is my mother (Hi mom!) and my sister who is a total prude. (Sorry sis, it’s true. But that’s part of why I love you.) For these reasons, not every detail needs sharing. But I find these shiny moments of New York insanity beautiful and exciting, even if they are de rigeur for a certain set of New Yorkers who may pat me on the head for my naïve enthusiasm. I’ve given all of this consideration, and decided I’m going to pay homage to the second half of my tagline, “… in the city,” by throwing up the more notable events. I’ll start with last night.
(PS: This isn’t even the best story. Stay tuned for more.)
I Know the DJ
I love music. Hence, I love DJs. I’ve spent the last few months fraternizing with the guy I’ve referred to as “The DJ” among my friends, and my Spotify playlist is bumpin’ as a result. Despite really enjoying his company, I eventually realized that I needed to move on. (The exact moment can be found in this post.) Mainly because he was unreliable and had odd moments of crass frattiness.
But also it was weird to call him a DJ when his equipment had blown out and he wasn’t even DJing anymore. He was no longer being a waiter to support his DJing on the side. He was just a waiter, and I found his almost complete lack of ambition uninspiring. (I do owe him for introducing me to Floating Points and Koreless, though.)
I really do believe that if you make space in your life, new people will fill it for you. Well, a new DJ entered to fulfill my amazing-music needs, and he’s quite an upgrade.
Michael Arana is a lawyer and DJ, and he’s good at both. I haven’t witnessed his lawyering in action, but his pedigree–Stanford undergrad, NYU law and a stint at Lowenstein Sandler –speaks for itself. And after last night, I can vouch for his DJing ability as well. Here’s a smart lawyer who taught himself to DJ and now draws crowds of hundreds at top-notch NYC venues. It’s a LinkedIn profile deserving of respect.
I should probably clarify now that my relationship with Michael is entirely platonic. My friend is a friend of a friend of a friend of his, and he’s such a gentleman that after I met him at a bar doing a set, when I sent him a Facebook message asking about a music phenomenon, he drafted a thoughtful reply and quickly invited me to some of his events.
He does a weekly brunch, for which I could not find any girl who was available to come with me. Too bad, because apparently they were dancing on tables and one of them (the tables) split in half and crashed to the ground. “Everyone stopped and looked … and then just kept dancing,” Michael told me. Nice.
Last night I brought my girlfriend, who shall be called J, with me to Cielo in the Meatpacking district to see his set for Wobble. He describes Wobble as his “upstart tech-house label.” Whatever it is, it’s amazing, and it’s every third Friday at Cielo.
At first when I realized we were going to a party in the meatpacking district, I groaned. “F–ing Meatpacking district,” I said to J. “I’m never dressed slutty enough, you have to wait in line just to prove you’re pretty enough, and the guys are terrible.” I hoped maybe Cielo was different.
Well, it didn’t really matter what Cielo was like, because J and I got in for free by RSVPing to Arana’s list, and we walked straight to the booth. I expected just to hang out for a little while and then get out of his way, but Michael opened the door and welcomed us in, pouring us drinks and inviting us to hang out there the rest of the night. (And effectively saving us probably $90 in total on alcohol.)
If you ever have the opportunity to hang out in a DJ booth–and I mean a real DJ booth, one with a raised platform and a door and a shelf full of fresh glasses for pouring drinks–take it.
J and I loved it. We barely left the booth all night, except to use the bathroom. We hit the dance floor once, but left after five minutes of physically pushing sketchballs off of us. So we retreated back to the booth to dance there and hung out with cool people.
You know that moment when the DJ gathers up the music, pushing it higher and higher, tensing the dance floor? And then he drops it and the sound explodes and everything is right with the world? Yup, there’s a reason electronic dance music (EDM) is picking up cultural speed this year.
The sound quality inside the booth is the best in the club. The drinks are free. You never have to deal with self-involved guidos hitting on you. You can watch the DJs work, which propelled our enjoyment of the music to whole new levels. Michael handed us a video camera, and we took turns recording the crowd with their hands up and zooming in on Michael’s hands skimming over the dashboard. J really wanted to press the button for the fog machine, so I marched up to the lights guy and asked, and she got to do it. It’s the little things, guys.
I loved the set from the female DJ, Niki, as well. Michael talked about her skill with a sort of awe, which I too felt only five minutes in. It was mesmerizing to watch her tiny butt bounce around in her form-fitting striped dress as she worked the equipment, unleashing energizing beats that demanded you dance.
We were there until 4am, closing down the club, and then headed out to Brooklyn for an after-party involving some Romanians and a tweeter that is just entirely too large for an apartment.
If you want to hear what his music sounds like, here you go. I’ve been bouncing to it at work, it makes for nice energizing ambient music.
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Tagged Cielo, EDM, Michael Arana, Music, New York City, Nights Out, Wobble
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FAIL: Indoor Park Is Not a Park. Stop Pretending
Live in New York long enough and sign up for enough newsletters, and you develop a skill for reading between the lines of breathless coverage of new, weird, gimmicky, bizarre, inventive openings.
Consider the invitation I received for New Years Eve from a new friend that I actually quite like. It was to a $125-a-ticket event (this somehow is a reasonable price for a New Years Eve event in the strange world we live in) which the earnest website billed as “Rated #1 NewYear’sEveTopPartyValueatNewYork’sMostExquisitePrivateEvent SpaceFor2012!”
I’m sorry. This isn’t Germany. You can’t just shove a bunch of words together to make a new thing. Specifically, an award that doesn’t exist. The website goes on to hype the wonderfulness of this event, saying, “Prince George offers the stunning, vibrant, thrill-seeking crowd room to frisk, frolic, mix and mingle the night away ‘til the wee hours of 2012 surrounded by pizzazz rarely found in today’s party environs.” Oh. The excitement.
What do you get for $125?
“* Festive NYE party favors
* Live DJ NYE 2012 countdown
* Midnight champagne toast”
Luckily there is also an open bar so you can get blackout and forget you’re at a glorified prom.
The night is yours so throw your hands in the ‘ayer’ and party like you just don’t care – but always know you are doing it in supreme style at New York’s timeless masterpiece, Prince George Ballroom (PGB, for those in the know). Treat yourself to a magical New Year’s Eve experience….you deserve it!
Who writes this bullshit? Even as much as I love the girl who invited me, I most thankfully have other options that include a DJ I’ve heard of (Avicii). Being new to NYC, I don’t think she’s developed critical-reading-of-event skills yet. I declined and told her we should catch up over drinks instead.
Along the same vein of overhyped write ups, the opening of an indoor park in Nolita was hailed in publications from Urban Daddy to Gothamist as the most amazing thing ever. A park! Indoors! How could you go wrong? Well, I’m pretty sure that 95% of the coverage written of new, fun, amazing things is just artfully reworked press releases by overworked bloggers who have never even visited these places.
Well, I did visit this park, now in its second winter of operation, and I can tell you that it is utterly depressing. It’s about what you would expect from two rooms carpeted in lurid green astroturf, lined with fake bushes and flowers with the overbearing sound of falling water piped in. This past Sunday afternoon it was fairly deserted, with only some families who looked like they had given up on finding anything better to do with their time.
My friend said it best when he described it as the set of Wizard the Oz. It was too bright, too fake, and the best parts of being in a park are not even there! I go to parks for the sunshine, the fresh air and the smell of grass and trees and flowers. This park had none of them, and made me feel empty inside.
I would rather just dress warmly and go for a walk through a real park. Which we did.
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Tagged Indoor Park, New Years, New York City, Nolita, party, Things to Do
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8 Reasons to Go to Iceland Today
A couple months ago, my editor in chief popped in our cubicle area and said, “Cheap tickets to Iceland! Who wants to go?” Later she told us that she was sure we would decline. We all stared at her with those half smiles that come from thinking, “No way, this awesomeness cannot be happening,” And after a little bit of thought, we collectively decided that, yes, this would actually happen.
So last weekend five of us took a $250 flight across the Atlantic to this little country of 320,000 people. More specifically, the capital city of Reykjavik (rake-yuh-vick), which holds about 60% of those people, to take in the natural wonders, the food, the nightlife and the culture in four days. Now we all want to go back again for longer trip, and here is why:

1. Incredible Landscapes
The picture above is from Thinghvellir National Park, the first stop on our Golden Circle Tour outside of Reykjavik, Iceland. As soon as you pass out of this little capital city, you are almost immediately surrounded by golden-hued mountains, moonscapes of black lava rock brushed with moss, and silvery lakes, all topped by a vault of temperamental sky that can change from moody and gray to angry and hailing to optimistic and bright blue in the space of a half hour. Bring your camera!
Our tour guide with Reykjavik Excursions was utterly charming. This grandfather-type teacher would prattle on about this and that, spouting such wisdom as, “Sometimes we hike up the mountains, and we don’t have anything to do, so we count lava layers!” Every time he wanted to get our attention he would say, “Yaya, my friends!” So cute.

Credit: Thorlakur/Flickr
2. Amazing Food
You wouldn’t think of Icelandic cuisine as a reason to visit, but I assert that it is. Iceland skyr yogurt puts American and even French yogurt to shame (if you want to sample it, a poor approximation can be found in Siggis brand yogurt in Whole Foods). And if you are looking for local food, it’s easy to do so at restaurants like the Icelandic Bar in the main square and the Fish Company, a cozy yet highbrow restaurant down by the port that serves the mind-bending food on vintage plates and platters, and the sauces in little espresso makers.

Credit: jayneandd/Flickr
We fell in love with Fish and Chips (you might have noticed by now that the restaurant names are not inventive at all), which served lightly fried wolf fish served with fat rosemary potato wedges or on a bed of mango salad, and inventive skyr sauces like ginger and wasabi or coriander and lime. Even Reykjavik hot dogs are the best you’ve ever tasted. A little shack down by the water serves up lamb and pork dogs with fried onions and a special sauce. I had two. They do not sell veggie dogs or t-shirts. Carrie asked and the serious-as-a-heart-attack hot dog seller told her, “We are a hot dog company only.”
If you are a vegan or animal rights activist, however, be prepared to be shocked. Several restaurants feature–along with freshly caught fish–cute animals like puffin, whale, reindeer and even foal. We did, in fact, order minke whale at Fish Company, where the waitress assured us that these whales are caught for research under a quota. We looked at each other skeptically, but chose to take her at her word for the sake of trying to cuisines.
You can see where this is going. My investigations later revealed that Iceland is caught in a controversy similar to Japan’s, in which they flout international law in catching endangered fin whale and selling it abroad under the thin guise of “research”. And minke whale isn’t even a traditional food, according to this article. Our one vegetarian friend did OK, but had to deny herself the majority of the interesting foods found on the menus.
But if you would like to do the opposite of eating endangered species, you can go whale watching at certain times of the year and see the whales in their natural habitat–not on your plate.

3. Clean Energy
Any tour of the countryside showcases all the different ways the grinding of the Eurasian and North American tectonic plates can manifest itself in hot springs, geysers, water-filled crevices and gorgeous waterfalls. So it will come as no surprise that Reykjavik and almost the entire country is powered exclusively with clean geothermal energy. The only drawback: the tap water smells like sulfur. Ick.

4. Blue Lagoon
That opalescent blue water at the Blue Lagoon is chock-filled with healthy minerals, and is as warm as a hot tub. Inside the modern building is a whole spa, a little cafe and a restaurant. Walk out of the changing rooms into the frigid air and you can scamper right into the steaming water, wade over to get a glass of wine and then slather your face with silica mud.
The best place to hang out is right by the pumps that bring the 80-degree Celsius hot water up from deep underneath, cool it to tolerable temperatures and release it into the natural pool. If you get bored you can stand under the man-made waterfall or pop into the steam room or sauna to relax and talk with tourists and Icelanders alike.
At least a week before you plan to go, make an appointment for an in-water massage or salt scrub treatment. I had the salt scrub, where an attractive Icelander covers you with a hot blanket dipped in the water and then meticulously scrubs each part of you with salt while you float in the water. It was delicious. Occasionally I would open my eyes to watch the clouds scud across the darkening sky or take in the vivid sunset colors. By the time we were ready to leave, we were utterly relaxed and our skin glowed.
You can buy products online derived from the mineral rich mud and water from the Blue Lagoon. Just take an extra peek at the ingredients before you buy–they are still in the process of phasing out parabens from the mud masks and facial serums.

Credit: Qtea/Flickr
5. Raging Nightlife
We still haven’t figured out what Icelanders do between the hours of 5pm and 12pm. Somewhere in there is dinner, but until midnight, the clubs are pretty low key. Then it explodes and you will find the streets crowded with young people until six in the morning. For a town small enough that everyone seems to know everyone, there is a surprising number of bars, clubs and event venues. The music scene is alive and well, and if you head into the Boston bar (reportedly partly owned by Bjork) you might think you were in a fashionable Brooklyn bar. The crowd and the ambiance is the same, with a DJ spinning tunes behind an ornate wooden carved DJ booth, flocked wallpaper on the walls and tall, thin women with edgy furs and high heels or hipsterish dresses and hats dancing to the music.
As for the music scene, you’ve probably heard of Bjork and Sigur Ros, but try Utidur and Gus Gus for some more delicious musical flavor. Or listen to this Icelandic DJ’s mixes. We just missed the big Airwaves music festival that happened a couple weekends before our trip, chock full of awesome acts from Iceland and elsewhere. (Beach House was one notable import.)

Credit: loranger/Flickr
6. Good Shopping
There are two main streets where you can find shopping, and you only need an afternoon to hit everything. But what is to be found is great. Skip over the requisite cheesy tourist shop, and instead buy yourself a handknit, thick, Icelandic wool sweater, a pair of soft leather boots, a reindeer fur, high-quality outdoor gear by 66 North, or a pretty dress by an Icelandic designer. It’s all there.
7. Hot Men (and Women)
Imagine a Williamsburg hipster with a beard. OK, now make him taller with broader shoulders, and make him blond.
Yup, that’s it. Isn’t he hot? While your out partying, you’ll meet plenty of them, and they’re so darn friendly it won’t be long before they’re welcoming you into their group of friends and all but declaring their love for you. One even offered to take me horseback riding at his brother’s farm, while his brother incessantly texted my boss hoping to someday reconnect with her on one of his travels to NYC. So if you’re wondering what the best place to go is that night to party, just grab yourself a hot Icelandic man as your 12pm-6am tour guide.
8. Close and Cheap
As weird as it seems, this exotic land is a 5-hour plane ride from NYC. And if you’re signed up for travel deal sites, you’ll start seeing amazing discounts on round-trip flights to Iceland soon enough in your inbox.
For accommodations, you could get a hotel, but we rented an apartment on AirBnB, and paid less than $47 per person per night. I think we paid more for food and alcohol then we did on travel and lodging! And I just looked again and found a studio on the main drag for $75 a night. That is ridiculous.
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Tagged Iceland, Reykavik, sustainable, tips, Travel, vacation
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Throw a Green Banger (ou, Faire la Fete Verte!)
Banger, noun:
A badass party, or big celebration
That party was a banger.
I love that word. I’ve picked it up from a certain DJ friend and I’m going to use it from now on instead of “rager.” It can also describe a great song (like this one; I’m obsessed), but today I’m using it in the context of the going away party I threw for my very best friend in the world, Dinah.
Remember Dinah? She’s the one with the amazing lake house upstate. She’s moving to Paris for three years. Bien sur, I wanted to send her off in style. The resulting party was a melange of green principles and French style. And here are the ingredients:
Laduree Macarons
The flagship Laduree store is on the Champs Elysee in Paris, but now New Yorkers of good taste are swooning over the new outpost on East 70th. It’s a smaller version of the original, but the pastel walls and classy white adornments are all the same. And of course, the macarons are still to die for. And it’s not just me. The New York Times says so.
Good things come to those who wait. I got in the line full of tourists, foodies, and pretentious Upper East Side girls (“Did you know that girls who wear giant bows in their hair actually exist outside of Gossip Girl?” I texted Dinah) outside of Laduree that stretched down the sidewalk, thinking, “I can spare a half hour.” A half hour later I finally made it inside the door and found the line snaking back and forth, taking up every square foot of available space. But I was already invested, so there was no way I was going to leave. Another half hour later and $70 poorer, I left with a box of 24 macarons in flavors like rose, orange blossom and anise.
Everyone melted at the party when they tried them. And I had to snatch the box away from one greedy couple who kept trying to sneak another. The next morning, I practically hugged Dinah when she reached up into the cabinet and brought out one last coffee-flavored macaron she had hidden. No, they aren’t organic. But you can’t win them all, can you?
Long story short: get the macarons. They’re worth it.
Champagne
This worked out so ridiculously well, I think I’ll do it for every party I have, ever.
The local wine shop will deliver a case of wine, chilled, right up to your apartment. They even walked it up three flights of stairs! That is service.
Why champagne? Well, after that big Hungarian spill of the toxic, red byproduct of aluminum cans, I’m partial to glass and cork in lieu of beer cans.
For this we chose not an actual champagne (What am I, made of money?) but a sparkling French white wine, by Paul Bernard. For what it was—fake champagne not even made in the champenois method, it was delicious. And at $8 a pop, it was also a steal.
Reusable Red Cups
We set up a table for champagne pong, and instead of the red Solo cups I used reusable red cups. Everyone was so impressed by them. I only got enough for a game of six cup, but that was fine because they make the game a little more challenging and long—they don’t have the kind of give that regular cups do. You can buy your own from Amazon.
No Paper Towels Allowed
It wouldn’t be a party without at least one party foul. But when someone would start searching the kitchen for paper towels, Dinah or I would laugh and hand them a kitchen towel. I’ve got a couple sets of towels: my cute ones and my cheap ones. The latter can always be used for spills and washed over and over.
Low Light
Save energy, make it more romantic … yup, dimmers are key.
Banger Tunes
Yay, I used the word again! Oh, I’m such a nerd. Anyway, I mixed hip hop, intense pop and dance, thumping remixes, classic rock and a few frat tunes into a six-hour-long playlist that continued until 2:30am (well, 3:30 if you take into account Daylight Savings), when my downstairs neighbor texted me, politely asking me to turn it down a notch.
If you have Spotify, you can enjoy it here.
Good Friends
It was an intimate crowd, and a perfect one. We had such an amazing time. Thank you to everyone for coming!
(By the way, Taylar on the left and Agatha on the right in the above picture both have their own blogs. Taylar’s is Scotch Pancakes and Agatha’s—which she shares with her sister—is called A Good Hostess Knows When to Use the F-Word.)
Now, I have to decide: my birthday is coming up. Should I throw another party? It just won’t be the same without my best friend here …
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The Green Weekend Guide, November 4th, 2011
Last night cleanhippie.net was down. (Not my fault, it was the hosting service’s.) So I’m just getting this up now. And in the interest of getting my butt out the door and to dinner, no pretty pictures. You’ll live.
Blue Moon Bash
Sunday, November 6th, 3-8pm
Blue Moon Fish is throwing a bash for its farmer friends whose land was flooded during Hurricane Irene. Live bands, a raffle and delicious food like chowder and Brooklyn Brewery Beer will all be there to tempt you.
Why? One hundred percent of the benefits from the event will benefit the farmers $20; purchase tickets here.
Southpaw, 125 Fifth Ave. (at Sterling Pl.), Brooklyn;
the s(low) down Slow Food Annual Fundraiser Gala
Buy tickets now for November 16th, 7-9:30pm
Slow Food, the best thing to come out of Italy since Italian food itself, will be celebrating a year of accomplishments and handing out awards to those who have been working to make the food system more clean and fair (and dare I say, delicious?). Enjoy artisanal cocktails, a whole pig roasted by Fatty ‘Cue, and other seasonal treats.
Why? Proceeds from the gala will go to the Urban Harvest program.
General admission $100, buy tickets here.
The Invisible Dog Gallery, 51 Bergen Street, Brooklyn
Free Lululemon Yoga Classes
Every Sunday, 10am
Grab your mat and get your stretch on for free at the UES Lululemon store in open level classes.
Why? It’s free. (As long as you make it out of the store without buying new butt-enhancing pants.)
1127 3rd Avenue (at 66th Street), Manhattan
Details here.
Citi Pond at Bryant Park
Friday until 10pm; Saturday 8am–midnight; Sunday-Wednesday, 8am–10pm
The pond is back open and ready for your romantic date (or friend catch-up) over hot chocolate. Read more about it.
Why? It’s way less cliché and way less crowded than Rockefeller Center. Plus free if you have your own skates. (I know you don’t, but indulge me here.)
Sixth Ave (between 40th and 42nd Sts), Manhattan
At the Amsterdam Market: Leather Discussion
Sunday, November 6th, 3:30-4pm
Join Makalé Faber-Cullen, proprietor of Lore and Wilderness of Wish, as she discusses how she and her business partner, cattleman Will Harris, produce sustainably and domestically tanned Faber-Harris leather using hides from White Oak Pastures, the Harris family’s 145-year old ranch.
Why? So you can have a new thing to feel guilty about (hint: your pretty leather boots.)
New Amsterdam Market School (224 Front St.), Manhattan
Grass-Fed Buffalo Dinner
Monday, November 7th, 7pm
In conjunction with the Meat Symposium, join us for a special dinner at the newly opened Sauce Restaurant, the latest creation from Chef Frank Prisinzano of Frank, Lil’ Frankie’s and Supper. For the dinner, Frank will prepare a traditional Bollito Misto featuring five different cuts of Wild Idea grass-fed buffalo slowly braised and accompanied by classic condiments like salsa verde, salsa rossa, and mostarda di Cremona. The dinner will be accompanied by a variety of appetizers, sides, and two wines, Barolo “Le Coste” (Guidobono, 2007) and Barbera “Furtani” (Cerdero di Montezemolo, 2008).
Why? Nose to tail? That was so last year.
$110 per person. Purchase tickets here.
Sauce Restaurant (78-84 Rivington St.), Manhattan
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Green NYC Events, Weekend of September 16th, 2011
Aaaaand I’m back. Apologies for my lack of weekend event postings. I just … you know, work, um, life, um … that stuff. Anyway, here are your delicious, karmic, and green events this weekend in New York City!
Fourth Annual NY Craft Beer Week
Today, September 16th through Sunday, September 25th
What: Purchase a $10 paper or smartphone passport and you’ll gain access to $3 brews at more than 110 bars, plus more deals on drafts, bottles and home-brew kits. Or you could buy one-off tickets to events like Freaktoberfest and a Sixpoint Craft Ales Beer Dinner at Colicchio & Sons.
Why? If you’re going to drink beer, make it a craft brew, not a corporate one.
All over NYC
via Tasting Table
Slow Food $5 Challenge
You might have heard about Slow Food USA’s $5 Challenge — get together to share a slow food meal that costs less than $5/person this Saturday, September 17. But you don’t have to do all the organizing yourself. Slow Food NYC has arranged three events:
$5 ‘Wichcraft
All day Friday
I f’n love ‘Wichcraft. Their tasty and greenmarket-y sandwiches have been ruining my food budget since I started working around the corner from the Noho location. Fortunately for me, on Friday they are offering a $5 sandwich to support Slow Food at all of their 13 Manhattan locations.
Why? Delicious, sustainable, cheap. Rarely does this trifecta emerge.
Any ‘Wichcraft location
Governor’s Island Potluck
Saturday, September 17th, 1pm
What: A potluck of like-minded foodies/activitists. All you need to bring is:
- Yourself
- Plate/utensils/serving utensils
- A red/white/red&white tablecloth or sheet
- A dish to share with 3-6 people that costs under $5 to make
Why? Meet some new people and get some cheap yet sustainable food.
You can RSVP for the Governor’s Island potluck here.
Picnic point, Governor’s Island (read more about the island here.)
COLORS Restaurant Dinner and Discussion
Saturday, September 17th, 6 to 10pm
What: COLORS Restaurant is offering a $5 “Values Meal” that’s good for you, good for food workers and farmers, and good for the planet. Along with dinner, there will be a discussion on transforming the restaurant industry’s “fast food” values of low-wages and no benefits into “slow food” values of living wages and fair treatment.
Why? Get a delicious dinner and learn more about slow food values.
Click here for more info and to RSVP.
Wanderlust Williamsburg
Saturday, September 17th
What: It’s an indie festival and yoga class rolled into one. The result, as I understand, will breathe some fresh air into your life, and while you’re trying to be a better person, you might misbehave too.
Why? I hear both hipsters and yogis are pretty into being sustainable. You can’t go wrong.
Tickets for the yoga classes are sold out, unfortunately, but you can still snag some for the music performance of Forro in the Dark and Karsh Kale for $15 in advance or $20 at the door.
Music Hall of Williamsburg, 66 North 6th Street, Brooklyn, NY 11211
Tickets here.
Electronics Recycling Event
Saturday, September 17th, 10am to 4pm
What: Tekserve has teamed up again with the Lower East Side Ecology Center to offer free electronics recycling. Recyclable items include computers, monitors, fax machines, copiers, DVD or VCR players, radios, telephones, cell phones, televisions, cameras, and stereo equipment from residents, small businesses, and not-for-profits.
Why? You know that old cell phone you have sitting around? Better here than in the landfill!
Tekserve, 119 W 23rd Street, NYC 10011
Fashionably Farm-to-Table at The Fat Radish

I first heard about The Fat Radish not from Tasting Table, or New York Magazine, or any of the usual eaterati. I heard about it from Refinery29. “NYC’s most hyped restaurant and what we’re wearing there,” the subtitle declared. A breakdown of the outfit that would help you fit into the “sustainable-glam crowd” followed.
Whatever. As soon as I heard the words farm-to-table, I put it on my list of restaurants to visit.
But I had a hard time checking it off. Every time the question arose of, “Where should we eat dinner?” I would immediately look it up on Open Table (it doesn’t take phone reservations). And it was always booked through 11 pm. Frustration!
Finally, after Mike and I spent a short evening taking in the cool breeze on the new rooftop bar above Hotel Chantelle on the LES (Go! It’s mercifully uncrowded and the drinks are delicious), we said, “F it,” and went down to Fat Radish, even though it was again supposedly booked up for the next hour.
We found the unassuming little restaurant, which is in a former Chinese sausage factory, by the crowd of smoking downtowners hanging out outside on an otherwise deserted street. Inside it’s all distressed brick walls, tile, weathered wood, and chalkboards. Farmhouse meets…sausage factory, I guess.
Anyway, we were seated straight away (It must have been my amazing Beacon’s closet/American Apparel outfit). Our blond-with-bangs waitress arrived, found that our table was wobbly, and immediately dropped the floor to troubleshoot, ripping pages out of her notebook to stuff under the gimpy table leg. When she was done, she popped back up, smoothed down her hair, and took our order.
Surrounded by a crowed of 75 percent young professionals and 25 percent artsy types, we ordered cocktails and Massachusetts oysters, both as good as I’ve tasted in New York. For the main dish, I ordered Colorado lamb loin, with hen of the woods mushrooms, market spinach, and red mustard. The presentation wasn’t amazing, (imagine all those ingredients piled on a plate as if from a buffet) but it was absolutely delicious. Mike tucked into his bacon cheeseburger with duck fat chips with similar gusto.
At this point, things got hazy. I was on my fourth cocktail of the night, and only remember the general feeling of satisfaction and happiness surrounding me.
Make your reservation early! As I said before, this place books up fast. No wonder, the food is delicious, the service friendly, and lets face it–it’s the place to be seen.












