Posts Tagged: Natasha Nyanin

Blues For Baltinache

A landscape of salt and water: In Baltinache the clay and salt curdled Earth that surrounds a succession of six lagoons resemble miniature tectonic plates, cracked and fitting into each other in enzyme-substrate formation like nature’s own puzzle…

Blues For Baltinache

A landscape of salt and water: In Baltinache the clay and salt curdled Earth that surrounds a succession of six lagoons resemble miniature tectonic plates, cracked and fitting into each other in enzyme-substrate formation like nature’s own puzzle…

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Tea With A Twist

For our Christmas tea with a twist, I served a spearmint incarnation of a delicate green tea burst with notes of passion fruit that I discovered in an unassuming little tea shop in Le Marais. Thrilled to finally put my Moroccan tea set to use, I imagined the choice was apropos because Jesus was middle eastern wasn’t he?

/ Food

Tea With A Twist

For our Christmas tea with a twist, I served a spearmint incarnation of a delicate green tea burst with notes of passion fruit that I discovered in an unassuming little tea shop in Le Marais. Thrilled to finally put my Moroccan tea set to use, I imagined the choice was apropos because Jesus was middle eastern wasn’t he?

Comfortably Dressed for Greed

When my friend, Travis, offered to take me out for one of most favourite things to do — omakase — at Atlanta’s most talked-about sushi outpost, there was no way I was leaving anything to chance: I had to be prepared; I had to wear something roomy enough to contain my greed.

Comfortably Dressed for Greed

When my friend, Travis, offered to take me out for one of most favourite things to do — omakase — at Atlanta’s most talked-about sushi outpost, there was no way I was leaving anything to chance: I had to be prepared; I had to wear something roomy enough to contain my greed.

One Name, One Dream: Painter Alvaro In His Own Words

“I knew it!” he bellowed. “I said to myself, look for Naomi, look for Naomi and there you are! I knew you would be fabulous!” These were the first words Brooklyn-born, Bronx-raised artist of Puerto-Rican and Spanish descent, Alvaro uttered to me when we met on the stairs on the First Baptist Church in the City of New York over a year ago. Alvaro—like Madonna and Rihanna, mononymously known for his craft— darted up the stairs, toward the bright red church doors against which I was leaning and gave me a warm and deep hug, the varietal of hug exchanged by old friends, and not people who were meeting for the first time ever for the purposes of an interview…

One Name, One Dream: Painter Alvaro In His Own Words

“I knew it!” he bellowed. “I said to myself, look for Naomi, look for Naomi and there you are! I knew you would be fabulous!” These were the first words Brooklyn-born, Bronx-raised artist of Puerto-Rican and Spanish descent, Alvaro uttered to me when we met on the stairs on the First Baptist Church in the City of New York over a year ago. Alvaro—like Madonna and Rihanna, mononymously known for his craft— darted up the stairs, toward the bright red church doors against which I was leaning and gave me a warm and deep hug, the varietal of hug exchanged by old friends, and not people who were meeting for the first time ever for the purposes of an interview…

Fall for Fashion For a Cause: Jeffrey Atlanta Fashion Cares 2015

Last night, Atlanta’s fashion and philanthropic set descended, in full regalia,  upon Buckhead’s Phipp’s Plaza, home of high-end, fashion-forward boutique, Jeffrey, for this year’s (and the 22nd annual) iteration of Jeffrey Fashion Cares, the charity fashion show organized by Jeffrey

Fall for Fashion For a Cause: Jeffrey Atlanta Fashion Cares 2015

Last night, Atlanta’s fashion and philanthropic set descended, in full regalia,  upon Buckhead’s Phipp’s Plaza, home of high-end, fashion-forward boutique, Jeffrey, for this year’s (and the 22nd annual) iteration of Jeffrey Fashion Cares, the charity fashion show organized by Jeffrey

A Journey Through Southern Morocco

You know what they say: a  journey of a thousand miles begins with a selfie   The penultimate destination on my #30BecomesHerTour may have been the Sahara, but the journey to the arid desert itself was the stuff of which imaginatively

A Journey Through Southern Morocco

You know what they say: a  journey of a thousand miles begins with a selfie   The penultimate destination on my #30BecomesHerTour may have been the Sahara, but the journey to the arid desert itself was the stuff of which imaginatively

Vissi d’Arte

  Vissi d’arte, vissi d’amore, non feci mai male ad anima viva!  I lived for my art, I lived for love, I never did harm to a living soul! These are the first lines of the libretto of one of

Vissi d’Arte

  Vissi d’arte, vissi d’amore, non feci mai male ad anima viva!  I lived for my art, I lived for love, I never did harm to a living soul! These are the first lines of the libretto of one of