By Nora Zelevansky / July 30th, 2010

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If you've been living under a rock (or in The Valley), maybe you don't know that these Grease Sing-a-Long screenings have developed a crazy cult following a la Rocky Horror or something.

I haven't been yet, but this weekend they launch at The Grove, right in my hood.  A tempting proposition, for sure.  I know some people are anti-Grove, but personally I am all about that theater.

Anyway, if you go, save me a seat.  I'll be the girl in the black jeggings and blonde wig, stomping a bubblegum cigarette out with my foot.

Tell me about it, STUD.

xo – N.


By Nora Zelevansky / March 11th, 2009

Ugliest Ugg

The Best Link Today:

Okay, so this isn't quite a link to another interesting story, which is what the "Crumpled Twenty" is meant to be.  But last night I went wandering around The Grove and, when I came upon this . . . hairy flip-flop, I just had to snap a photo and share.

Poor Ugg.  I'm so hard on those well-intentioned Aussies and they never get to defend themselves. And, the truth is, there are extended moments (even now, chilly on my couch) when I wish I owned a pair of those cute comfy "Cardy" Classic Boot mofos.

But this; this is just a whole other level.  And, while I am all about the comfiest of the comfy of the comfy, these (ahem) Big Foot thongs . . . well, they come in fuzzy baby blue and bubble gum pink too and I actually think that maybe they should be outlawed.

Quick, before Britney Spears starts rocking them around town.

xo – N.

P.S. Something else I saw while perusing: a less-pricey jelly version of Tory Burch's classic flat for the coming season.  What do you think?  Hot or not so much?  Are we worried about closed-toe rubber–not so comfy?



By Nora Zelevansky / January 21st, 2009


True confession: I'm a lactard.  But I periodically cheat because–in my humble opinion–life without mozzarella sticks would just be no life at all.  Still, I get psyched when I discover a truly yummy treat that is practically milk free (but not some odd soy concoction).  Maybe that's why, despite my usual salt addiction, I am SO obsessed with the mint chocolate chip meringues at Thee's Continental Bakery at The Farmer's Market.  That and they're the best things ever.

Now, non-LA *natives may be inclined to ask, "Which Farmer's Market?"  And though myriad temporary green markets abound on designated days in la la land, "THE" Farmer's Market generally refers to the permanent fixture next to CBS (where a college version of me once shot an episode of The Price Is Right alongside a frightening, makeup caked Bob Barker, thereby destroying perfectly lovely memories of Plinko watching on childhood sick days).  Anyway, though the countless food stalls would be draw enough for me, I love coming here because–in a city that many people insist isn't, well, a city–a cross section of people descend on this one spot.  And, yes, I must mention the The Grove outdoor mall is next door, which is fantastic if you like to watch fountain water choreographed to Celine Dion tunes. Actually the movie theater is great.

Everyone has a favorite Farmer's Market eat: my father has vacillated between Kokomo's BLT and Bob's Coffee & Donuts' apple fritter (before Kokomo's moved to Beverly Blvd).  My husband, Andrew, can't resist Moishe's Chicken Shwarma Sandwich.  But, personally, I love the mint meringues best for many reasons, not the least of which is that they resemble meteors from an alien land.  Secondly, meringues are generally made from basically egg whites and sugar and the simplicity appeals to me.  Thirdly, close encounters with mint chocolate meringues are rare.  And lastly, they literally disintegrate, as they touch your tongue.  Like many of the best things in this world, they're crunchy on the outside and chewy inside.  What could be more perfect than that?

xo – N.

*In LA, the term "native" is bestowed on anyone who stays past pilot season.