By Nora Zelevansky / June 22nd, 2010

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Newsflash!  You may want to sit down for this one.  Okay, ready?  Here goes: I like fried food.

Yes, I know.  This is enormously surprising, considering my weekly love poems to mozzarella sticks and all.

So, when I went to Park Slope's new Fornino destination, I went with the above string beans foremost in my mind instead of the signature grilled pizza.  And, I'm not gonna lie, the string beans were really really good.

Fortunately, so were the pizzas!  I was with a big group (Andre, his fam and C.), so we got to try several different pizzas and they were all good.  For lactards, the Margherita Classica (below) is made with buffalo mozzarella.

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So, this is one of those situations, where I was really hungry and sort of inhaled the food before I took pics (oooopsies).  But the pizzas: Napoletana (no cheese), Vongole (recommended by friends), Monzese (fennel sausage) were all pretty much delicious.  I recommend!

Pizza, pizza!  Newsflash!  What am I talking about???

xo – N.


By Nora Zelevansky / April 20th, 2010

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I'm aware that this may fall under the category of incredibly lame PL posts, but I just can't help myself.  I created this blog to share my most favorite discoveries and, well, this is one.  DEAL WITH IT.

Since Ye Olde Flinstone Vitamin days and, okay, maybe those chalky sour cherry C days, I've not been able to get myself to regularly take vitamins.  I buy multis.  I take them for a day or two.  Then I forget and only remember six months later, when I'm moved to start taking them again.  Inevitably, I return to the cupboard to find that they've expired.  Then I buy them again.

Until now.  Now, I am totally and completely obsessed with the above Sour Gummies (Adult Multivitamins), which are for adults (ahem), but taste so much like yummy candy that I have to talk myself out of eating more than my daily allowance.  I like saying "daily allowance."

Andre Vien has asked me about seventy-fives times whether they're for adults because he's been taking them too (and because apparently he doesn't listen when I answer questions!).  I haven't tried the regular non-sour variety, but they may do the trick too.

And that, my PL friends, is one to grow on.

xo – N.


By Nora Zelevansky / April 14th, 2010


What's up, Ace?  Yeah, YOU, Scoop.  Extra, Extra!  Read all about it!

You know what?  I don't know where I'm going with this.  I wish I did.  But I don't.  I think I just wanted to say "Ace."  And now it's even sadder because I admitted it.

Eh, let's just get to the point:  Ace Hotel is partnering Havaianas to create limited-edition flip-flops that are available starting on April 15th as part of their in-room minibars (don't mistake them for Toblerone and even them!  Though maybe they're less fattening?) and online.  They're $22 a pop (for two–heh) and the website only has 50 pairs available, so get on it.

Get your paper!  Get your limited-edition Havaianas!  Hot off the presses!  Extra, extra!  What?

xo – N.


By Nora Zelevansky / April 12th, 2010

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Guess who's back? Back again. Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back!

Hmm … that sounds a lot better when Eminem says it.  Maybe if I also mentioned a drug addict mother and ex-wife Kim?

No offense, Mom.  I don't really think you're a crackhead.  I'm just selling you out to sound cool.  Eh—what do you care?  Are you even reading this?  MOM?  How could you?  I'm like this because of you!

Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back!

Did it work better that time, now that I added mommy angst?  No?  Oh well, screw all ya'll.  You just don't understand people like me and Slim Shady.

ANYWAY, I'm back from India and I can't even begin to tackle that situation with this jet-lag (which I will also reserve the right to blame for this incomprehensible post).  Suffice it to say that the trip was amazing, but also EXHAUSTING.  You know when you just need a vacation from your vacation or overseas jaunt?

That's what makes the timing of this post so perfect!  Today marks the beginning of Spa Week nationally, which means that spas around the country (in Arizona, California, Colorado, D.C., Florida, Georgia, Illinois, Maryland, Massachusetts, Michigan, Minnesota, New Jersey, New York, Nevada, North Carolina, Pennsylvania, Tennessee, Texas, Virgina, Washington and even dear old Canada) are offering special $50 spa treatments (for services like facials and massages that are usually like $150-$200).

Basically, there are participating spas in all the states where there are Real Housewives spin-offs.  No, I'm kidding.  They would never do Real Housewives of Canada.  How boring would THAT be?  They'd like be fighting over maple syrup.

But seriously, you have to go to the website, find a local spa and go to one because I just spent like twenty years typing that list of states … and Canada.  You think I'm kidding.

Anyway, a lot of high-end kind of awesome spas are involved, so it's definitely worthwhile to check it out.  And, while you're at it, grab a rubdown for me.  Meanwhile, I'll be passed out, trying to get over my jet lag and some moisture back in my skin.

Guess who's back?  Back again.   Has anyone seen Hailie?

I am so tired.

xo – N.


By Nora Zelevansky / February 3rd, 2010

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The Best Link Today:

If you're anything like me, you spend significant amounts of time marveling at people's inappropriate Facebook status updates from "Sally is deeply depressed and crying out for help" to "Tom is sleeping on the bathroom floor between puking bouts."

Anyway, I heartily approve of this website's "How To Suck at Facebook" instructions (although maybe he should have added something about the new "post your celebrity doppelganger" trend).  Why does everyone think they look like Kursten Dunst?

Now, I'm off to shamelessly "market" my site.  Become my fan!  Become my fan!  BECOME MY FAN!!!

xo – N.



By Nora Zelevansky / December 18th, 2009

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I know.  I know.  I keep apologizing and then being bad again, but I'm off on yet another jaunt and will not be LINTing Christmas week.  Actually, that's sort of not true.  I'll be LINTing in the sense that I'll be scouting new finds to share (though I still owe some Pittsburgh and NYC stuff), but I won't be posting regularly until January 2, 2010.

Anyway, I thought I'd leave you with a link to my latest little story in Travel & Leisure (see above) about resorts that farm or crush and create their own beauty and food products.  Short and sweet, just like me and my attention span.  And my patience.  And my fuse.  And my family.  And the time it takes me to devour french fries.  And the time it takes me to read a trashy detective novel.  And the time that will pass between now and my next post in 2010.

So, happy holidays of all kinds, folks.  Good tidings to all and HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!  (I know I already have my sequined number picked out).  Well, I mean one only has so many sequin dresses from which to choose, right?

Love ya.  Mean it.

xo – N.


By Nora Zelevansky / August 11th, 2009

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After a very unfortunate incident with my Blackberry Curve (it experienced a quick painless death and never suffered, I am told and I choose to believe), I went to my corner Sprint store and was quickly talked into a brand new Blackberry Tour instead of the inexpensive replacement.  BAD, LINTY!

I felt guilty for like a millisecond (jeez, thank goodness that's over–I almost broke a sweat).  But then I went for it and since then it's been a love affair of epic proportions: I'm talking sweeping music, feeding each other chocolate dipped strawberries, late night phone calls for hours on end, butterflies in my tummy etc. 

Ew.  "Feeding each other chocolate dipped strawberries"–that is so cheesy and molested and Bachelorette.

Anyway, that's all.  I just wanted to tell you all how much I love it.  The icons are cooler, the design is sleeker, the keypad is this great rubbery consistency and has these impressions for your fingers, so typing on a hand-held has NEVER been easier.  (I find an iPhone very tricky in that regard).  Instead of just Brickbreaker, the thing has a word game (love!) and even Texas Hold 'Em.  It's just the bestest Blackberry a girl could ask for . . . Oh, so dreamy.

xo – N.


By Nora Zelevansky / August 6th, 2009


So, I'm too hot to be inventive or to change the sizes of all these great other pics I have in my arsenal.  Instead, I'll just tell you that Claudette and I spotted the above ice cream-filled Rice Krispy treats at Whole Foods the other day and Mike & Ike popsicles at the new shmancy Pavilions.  I'm expanding lately, so I'd really appreciate someone ELSE trying these sweet new mofos for me.  Yup, then I'll ask you to pee for me too.  Also, would you mind cleaning my house?

xo – N.


By Nora Zelevansky / August 3rd, 2009


Like a regular Coke (for diet soda drinkers), French Onion Dip (maybe on July 4th or at a Super Bowl party) or cherry Lifesavers, Jolly Ranchers are delectable old standards that one only eats now and again.  Still, each time I come across one and pop it in my mouth, I remember how damn good they taste.  Ah, the flood of (mostly camp) memories: wanting to go home, hating sports, waking up to a horn at ungodly hours.

Jeez.  It's a wonder I still like them.

One of the main reasons I so seldom come across those Jolly old candies, though, is that they come in separate little individually wrapped situations inside bigger bags.  So, when I spotted this new Jolly Rancher packaging a la Orbit gum for something, I had to grab it.  And, seriously, the whole made me so happy yesterday.  Is that sad?  Don't answer that.

Anyway, what could be more genius? Now that. ladies and gentleman (and lint puffs, ahem), is what we call "PROGRESS."

xo – N.


By Nora Zelevansky / June 23rd, 2009


In 1992, when designer Issey Miyake launched his first fragrance, L'Eau d'Issey, we were still innocents.  We didn't know from a second Bush.  We couldn't give a crap about some chick Monica Lewinsky's soiled dress.  (Not that we really care now either.)  Teenage boys wore Starter jackets (or flannel plaid shirts in Seattle).  Girls wore bamboo earrings and a bad attitude (or at least posed that way).  And the concept of unisex fragrances was just coming into vogue.  CK One was just a dot on the 1994 horizon.

Other Issey scents have followed, but now (for the first time in seven years) the designer is launching a new fragrance simply dubbed: a scent by issey miyake. (That's all lower case folks, like the cool kids on iPhone and Crackberries do).  And, although times have changed, the designer has stripped the fragrance and design down to its core, just as he did the first time around.

Just look at the transparent bottle–how cool, right?  Miyake has conceived the fragrance and packaging concept like he has his newest clothing endeavor, a line called A-POC (A piece of Cloth), which also strives to strip the concept of clothing down to it's most basic level.

Personally, though I experiment more than the average person, the fragrances I love tend to skew "fresh" or "green." That is actually not just a descriptor, but a technical category of fragrance (and is not to be confused with "green" like "eco" cause there ain't no patchouli here).  And, as Miyake's goal seems always to create fragrance that smells like air, we're a sympatico match.  I like scents that smell like clean, if that makes any sense.

This fragrance is in the vein of the first, which is good with me.  I was a devout wearer.  It's described as "green-floral-woods" with notes of verbena, hyacinth and jasmine.  But it has a slightly more herbal, earthy note that recalls this current moment's preoccupation with a return to the land, back to basics, local farms, organic growing, low maintenance bohemian living, dinner parties served to cushion poised guests reclining on the living room floor, jewelry and crafts made by hand.  Miyake seems to project all this and then modernize and sterlize it, underlining the simplicity with the cleanest lines (the fragrance's bottle) and a crispy scent.

a scent by issey miyake actually doesn't launch until September, but I feel fortunate to share the goods with you now.  I know I'll be sporting a new fragrance.

Have a very Zen day.

xo – N.