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Happy Halloween!!!

Love,

CANY girls

Quote of the Day:

"Boys come and go. Twitter is forever." - Katy Perry

I Choo-Choo-Choose you!

If there's one thing we at CANY Girls love more than Jimmy Choo, it's some Jimmy Choo on the cheap. So we couldn't be more excited about the H&M line that JC is launching on November 14...just in time for my annual b-day shopping spree.

It's all very 80's-rocker chic -- lots of suede, leather, studs & sparkles. but I'm absolutely in L.O.V.E. with this suede one-shoulder mini-dress. Check out the more pics of the line here.

How To Be A Hipster

Friday night I got the opportunity to see the master-mind behind my summer anthem at Slim's (Show was amazing, btw). As is the case with so many bars around San Francisco, I was dressed way too Banana Republic. I hate when this happens, so I feel it is my duty to make sure it never happens to you.

Behold! Your official, head-to-toe CANY guide to dressing like a hipster. I'd say most (if not all) of these items are unisex. So male or female, you'll be all set. And don't forget your overall attitude of disinterest.

Love is a Four Letter Word

To celebrate my new found singledom, it only seemed right that I would attend the "Love is a Four Letter Word" Art Exhibit at the Foley Gallery in Chelsea. I love art to death and when you throw in some wine and cheese, a grand opening event, and Wall-street types, it absolutly sounds like an evening to remember. The exhibit opens this Friday (when I plan to attend) and tickets can be bought online. Dress is trendy/upscale and the event starts at 7pm. I'll report on how it goes. Oh, how so Charlottle of me!

More about the exhibit:

The exhibition Love is a Four Letter Word will coincide with Slash: Paper Under the Knife at the Museum of Arts and Design, which will include the cut paper work of Mastrovito. Foley Gallery will also feature three artists from the Slash exhibition, Tom Gallant, Daniel Alcalá, and Rob Carter, in the project gallery.
In his new series entitled, Love is a Four Letter Word, Mastrovito uses his vibrant collages to examine the nuanced and complex nature of love. For Mastrovito, love is a treacherous cycle that begins with innocence, followed by a violent initiation (represented as death), and then begins again in a sort of beautiful rebirth. The cycle is conveyed via a large frieze, which will wrap around the gallery space, sequenced so that each piece is a connected part of this narrative whole. He articulates the themes of this narrative through an overt symbolism. Innocent figures are shown in white, wielding guns, while the ‘victims’ of love, once shot, become colorful embodiments of love itself, expressed by his use only of the letters L-O-V-E in their construction. These figures drown in a sea of L-O-V-E only to be reborn or rebuilt as new individuals. The white and the colored figures emerge in various incarnations in each separate work, while on the whole, as the frieze evolves, innocence fades and love grows.
The exhibition’s use of “love,”the word, the symbol, involves a deconstruction through repetition, which exposes the quality, meaning, and intricacy of the experience and process of love.

Favorite Song Friday

In honor of the great tradition that is the Red River Shootout:

Say Hello To My Little Friend

As as smart, emotionally-complex & thoughtful creatures, when a relationship comes to a close, we women have three things in the Louis Vuitton handbag of our lives to which we turn for comfort: Friends, Ice Cream, & Hard Liquor.

Enter: Silver Moon Ice Cream

With flavors like "Coffee with Brownie Bits" and "Pomegranate Martini", you can kill three birds with one spoon. The artisan ice cream is spiked with liqueur, creating the ultimate companion to your "boys-suck" bout of depression.

Sadly, the ice cream is only sold in stores around the bay area, but happily, it can be shipped direct to your door in orders of 5 pints.

Which may or may not be enough, depending on how much the boy does, in fact, suck.

Back to CANY

After a break-up, certain street, locations, even times of day are off-limits. The city becomes a deserted battlefield, loaded with emotional landmines. You have to be very careful where you step or you could be blown to pieces. ~ Carrie Bradshaw

Apologies CANY readers, as you can tell from my opening quote, I've been dealing with a break-up. But I'm back and ready to post my heart out. I plan on being stronger than ever and having you follow that process with me. I will say though, Carrie's quote couldn't resonate to be more true. Dealing with a breakup is nasty and harsh and makes you want to run away from it all. Yuck. Any CANY girl knows though, that life does go on...and I can't wait to share it all with you.

Xoxo
ShoeBliss

Eat.

Eater SF just released the Eater 38 - it's list of the 38 quintessential San Francisco restaurants. They aren't ranked or ordered, they're just some SF goodness.

Looks like I'll have to break out the stretchy pants and work my way through this thing...

M.I.A.

Oh, how long it has been. Things have been a little crazy on the coasts. I do apologize for the lack of activity. Today's post is dedicated to one of my favorite new party places: The Castro. To date, my after-sundown outings have been largely relegated to the Marina. Oh, Marina, how I love to hate you. It's like one giant frat part for grown-ups. (that being said, Marina Lounge is a very low-key, supremely un-pretentious bar that I would move into if they took credit cards)

But my last two times out dancing have been with a couple of my faves - Sandy & Ron - to the Castro. As a small-town girl from Texas, I feel like I see something to call home about every time I go down there. This weekend was no exception. I stepped out of the cab, and started wandering up the street to find Harvey's, where I was meeting everyone. First thing I see? A naked man. Just chillin'. (and it was chilly out). It just got better from there - lots o' leather (It was Folsom Street Fair last weekend) & the most fabulous drag queens you ever did see.

After we got kicked out of Harvey's at closing time, we headed over to The Endup. It's open to the wee hours of the morning, if you haven't gotten your dance fix by 2am. Both times I've been there, the crowd is nothing short of awesome. SFGate calls it a "low-frills down-and-dirty disco". Which it is. And the back patio is heaven when you've been dancing your tail feather off all night & need a breath of fresh air to catch your second (0r fifth) wind.

So. Here's to staying busy, nights on the town, and seeing things that your father wouldn't approve of!

Have a happy weekend, everybody.