Hyperbaric Chambers and GTFOing of NYC: The Detox Diaries Part 2

Read part one of Sara’s adventures in detoxing from fashion week right here.

A 90-minute yoga sesh does wonders but it’s no seven hour plane ride. Call me crazy but there’s something semi-delicious about being disconnected in a metal box in the sky (no?). OK–that’s a lie, I spent a combined $54.00 on wifi and wrote at least four articles–and yet still! relaxing. No fashion week traffic, anyway.

Even though by now NYFW and LFW and MFW are passed; editors are in Paris, and I’m still fully immersing myself in the ever-expanding wellness scene, bringing you the best of the best–this time from coast to coast.

Though a barely 72 hour-technically-work-trip to San Francisco is no Cara Delevingne on the beach in Bali–it was just what I needed. I knew it was a prime detox opportunity when the folks at Luna/Clif HQ gave me the following packing advice: “Many wear yoga clothes to work.”


And since San Francisco may well have been first to emphasize health and wellness, off I went, in support of the 14th annual Lunafest, a festival of short films, by, for, and about women. Held at the Palace of the Fine Arts Theater, the film festival was great–I highly recommend hosting your own, btw.

Remind me not to pose next to the Katies of the world, those publicists for Luna by day, pilates instructor/pros by night…

Plus– I was lucky enough to be treated to some everygirl detox treats: more Soulcycle, and Drybar, two things I never say no to–especially in conjunction. P.S. Did you know Drybar has a VIP room?

VIP-Room-Flatiron-1The VIP room at Drybar

db-selfieDrybar #selfie

As does any workout class (anything in life, at all), this opportunity begged the question of what to wear. Since the DETOX is all about comfort without sacrificing style (especially in this era of insanely chic gear) I put together an outfit from Athleta–brand bestie of Luna’s specified to San Francisco.

Back in NYC, Still in Athleta: Workin’ out (and ready for rain) in chaturanga tights, Crunch muscle tank, and this lil slicka’.

Though I was back in NY, in well, a NY minute, I still felt rejuvenated. Last step of Part II: a quick pit stop (we’re talking under an hour here) to the palatial Erno Laszlo Institute in SoHo, where I popped into this hyperbaric chamber called Pure Oxygen by Pure Flow. A favorite of athletes, this little bed/tent/contraption is like a nap pod + (one of those things you never knew you needed but clearly do). 37 minutes in here (basically a cot on the inside) provides triple oxygen delivery, stimulates stem cell creation, and key words here: relieves jet lag.


On my way out, my technician told me I’d sleep like a baby tonight, and no matter how much else I do, sleep is still the key to any DETOX. See you soon for more on skin, nails, food, and exercise!


10 ‘Indie’ Albums From 10 Years Ago That Are Better Than Interpol’s ‘Turn On The Bright Lights’

Matador on December 4th will release the 10th Anniversary Double LP of Interpol’s Turn On The Bright Lights. (“All pre-orders include exact replica Interpol pin from the era,” too, so act fast!) I don’t know about you guys, but my relationship with this album never went beyond zoning out to “Untitled”—or maybe “NYC,” if I was feeling especially moody. Here’s the stuff that came out in 2002 and was vastly better. Just sayin’.

The Notwist — Neon Golden

Boards Of Canada — Geogaddi

Lambchop — Is A Woman

The Walkmen — Everyone Who Pretended To Like Me Is Gone

Imperial Teen — On

Mclusky — Mclusky Do Dallas

Luna — Romantica

Belle & Sebastian — Storytelling

Sleater-Kinney — One Beat

Broken Social Scene — You Forgot It In People

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Buenos Aires Dispatch: The Summer’s First Arty Midnight Pool Party

While the northern hemisphere dons parkas and heads for cover, it’s heating up down here in Buenos Aires. And besides month-long escapes to the beach, southern hemisphere summer means the opportunity to move parties outdoors. Where better for BlackBook to celebrate the beginning of the season than the latest property from Oasis Collections, a private clubhouse perfectly equipped for riding out the year’s most sweltering months. Consider the Oasis Clubhouse an anti-Isabel: demure swank designed to wow those with more discerning tastes; a spot for people who appreciate some crawling ivy with their grownup play spaces. Plus, there’s a pool.

While a pool, a French DJ, and some free booze would have probably been more than adequate, BlackBook and Oasis decided to get a little bit cultured, especially since it was right around Art Basel time anyway. We called up Daniela Luna of Appetite Gallery and asked her to bring some favorite works to take over the space, making it a poolside downtown type party where artists and suits could co-mingle peacefully. Emerging artists took to the hills of the grassy knoll behind the pool, chain-smoking and giggling under the stars. Well-coiffed internationals traded languages and business cards over full glasses of champagne and generously-poured cocktails. Most attendees made an earnest effort to browse the other art pieces displayed throughout the house, pausing to check out the band hidden in the ping pong room.

After a few rounds, some brave and built porteños dove into the pool for the summer’s inaugural nightswimming. That Appetite cage from ArteBA and its dreamy dancing occupant made another brief appearance, this time outdoors, and somehow mosquitoes left everyone unscathed. While things were over early for local standards, it seemed that everyone who arrived got what they came for, whether it was contacts, a fit starving artist, or an in to go swimming all summer. Don’t miss the chance to partake in future festivities here, BlackBook-related or not.

Photo by Adrien de Bontin

The Young Ones: ArteBA’s Barrio Joven

The biggest weekend of art in Buenos Aires and all of South America, ArteBA officially began Thursday night with its invitation-only opening party, which was preceded by two nights of other more intimate festivities. While it felt slightly less packed than last year, there were more than enough well-to-do patrons of the arts rubbing shoulders with imported skateboarders and a couple of statuesque drag queens. A myriad of galleries from South America had work from the usual big names–Marcos Lopez, Nicola Costantino, Romulo Maccio–but this year, emerging artists and galleries enjoyed a far larger chunk of space on the floor.

While the Chandon flowed freely (but doesn’t it always?), hordes of ArteBA opening night guests headed straight for Barrio Joven, where 19 galleries from all over South America held their own next to the larger, more established spaces. An area for showcasing independent galleries and emerging artists, Barrio Joven managed to infuse some legitimate excitement amongst all the hobnobbing. Santiago’s Galeria Trafix and Espacio Lugar booths were packed with demure older Argies and young hipsters the whole night through, and works from Mexico City, Caracas, and Mendoza were equally well-received.

The young Buenos Aires art scene was also well-represented in Barrio Joven. Chez Vautier, Miau Maui, Mite, and Munguau were all showing their favorite promising young talent, with gallery owners enthusiastically talking up clientele to the sounds of skateboard decks crashing on the half pipe. In the background, a gigantic mobile of Converse sneakers managed to outdo even Chandon for product placement.

Around the corner from Barrio Joven, the godmother of all emerging art in Buenos Aires enjoyed its new position as elder statesman. Now in its fifth year at ArteBA, Appetite attracted visitors with its flashy sign and human-size bird cage. Expat performance artist Tranqui Yanqui engaged children and tipsy adults alike with his interactive neon ATM. Appetite owner Daniela Luna promised her booth will continue bringing the party to ArteBA after opening night with live cage dancing. As the obligatory art-viewing portion of the evening wrapped up, all the scruffy youngsters were making plans to head to the numerous post-opening-party parties while impatiently texting their dealers.