TIP SHEET VOL. 3: HOT GIRLS, BBQS, AND BELLIES
+ice cream cakes, grindr dates, downtown divas, and more.
Hello from my sofa where I’m debating whether or not I should finish my day with a workout and sauna at Moss, a new private club I’m a founding member of but have yet to visit properly, or go get my car and haul ass to Brighton Beach for a sunset Tatiana moment (it’s basically a sauna outdoors?) I will likely do neither and instead walk three blocks to my favorite restaurant in the city, Carnitas Ramirez. Fridays deserve tacos and beer or rather I do any day of the week because I’M NOT DIETING.
Speaking of moving around too much or not at all I spent the early part of this week recovering from my quick trip to Finland for Fashion in Helsinki before stepping out to a few branded events. On Wednesday, there was the JUST SMILE launch party (pizza and spritzes in SoHo) to celebrate their latest issue (check out this feature on NY DJ’s edited by my bestie Tony). On Thursday: Prada Mode, a Chelsea Hotel takeover meant to resemble a private club, which I guess is my thing now because I love free sushi and girl-fronted bands featuring TWO drummers.
Thursday night I met some girls at Superiority Burger, my friend and food critic J. Lee’s favorite NYC restaurant. I like it for the nostalgic late-aughts hipster vibe and battered fries but I wish it had cost less for a veggie patty and margarita.
After pretending to watch the Knicks game outside of a bar next door we walked to the Prada party at Katz’s where the drinks were free but vaguely celery flavored.
The next day - Madonna x Grindr in Times Square - a worthwhile but ultimately disturbing adventure given the amount of hate on the Reel I posted of her dancing during the show. Happy PRIDE but can gay men stop destroying older women online???
Now for the TIPS and it’s all about TRIBECA. Tonight there is more Madonna— a screening of a film she made with TORSO (I wasnt invited but this will probably be fun or at the very least star-studded), then on Sunday there is a premiere of a new fashion documentary about the downtown fashion collective threeASFOUR (formerly asFOUR) by king of the circle hats Sean Lennon (have you seen his Instagram? I love it).
The doc tracks the tale of the downtown fashion collective after they exiled the iconic chaos agent Kai Kühne. If you don’t know the story start with this incredible profile by William Van Meter (Kühne told me he will be at the Sunday and Monday screenings so I’m guessing he’s also in the film). How fun!
As for Saturday? I have no plans so I’m going to go a little wannabe Diana Vreeland with a WHY DON’T YOU…
Borrow a friend’s car and go thrifting in New Jersey - I don’t know the spots and if I did I probably wouldn’t tell you, but this has been on my list for years. I’m so tired of designer vintage
Use a public BBQ - for anyone living in a big city without a terrace KNOW YOUR PARKS. We pay taxes for these beautiful socialist spaces where the veggie burgers are basically free if you make them yourself…
Free your belly - it’s hot in Manhattan which means it’s time to liberate yourself from the tyranny of tailored clothes. Forget your aspirational summer bod and show off what you’ve got with some sweat shorts and a cropped shirt. The veggie burger will taste so much better if you’re not worried about your waistline
Treat yourself to some new sunglasses - when you’re exposing your lil’ belly all that matters are your lenses. Go gas station, poshmark, or full fuck it mode and get these $440 Miu Miu shades (something I am desperately trying NOT TO DO)
Buy an ice cream cake for no reason - JUST NO DOT CAKES FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. I prefer Dairy Queen (do they have that in America?) but Baskin-Robbins works too
Unfollow a hot girl - are you feeling jealous? Is someone stressing you out? Get rid of them! You are the keeper of your own angst.
Call your aunt/cousin/uncle - I’m saying this because it’s on my to-do list and because it’s only recently occurred to me that EVERYONE in my family is getting older…
xx - t







Many ppl need to understand they ARE the keeper of their own angst… get in the driver’s seat ladies!