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| hooded bolero and paresseuse pants |
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| peek-a-boo dress |
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| mermaid skirt |
Hi guys! I wanted to share a little sneak peek at my new knitwear collection...
Sacha Pytka available soon on
www.justoneeye.com
SNEAK PEEK
Hi guys! I wanted to share a little sneak peek at my new knitwear collection...
Sacha Pytka available soon on
www.justoneeye.com
BENICASSIM
I just found this email to a friend from a while back. He had proposed to meet up at Benicassim, a festival in Spain I'd been to the summer before. Here, I explain why I'd rather not:
Well it's not that the festival was so bad. We had fun but I don't think I'd go again. When we decided to go we were in Capri, Italy and it was the 15th of July. The festival started the 16th. We managed to find tickets to the sold-out festival and booked our flights over a few beers at an internet cafe and were on a ferry the next morning on our way to the airport in Naples. Our captain's friends were going in an RV and said we could crash their campground.
We had to play charades with a cab driver who spoke only Italian to explain that somewhere between the docks and the airport, we needed to find a tent. He finally took us to a big open air market where they sold nunchucks and blank CDs next to socks and oranges. Arielle stayed in the cab while I played charades again with someone in the market, who led me down a dark alley (not a good idea in Naples) but found me tent (phew!).
We land in Barcelona. Our tent isn't there. They have no record of ever even checking it. We argue with the people at the baggage counter. 'WE'RE HOMELESS TONIGHT BECAUSE OF YOU!'
No dice.
We get into a taxi and have a much easier time explaining we need a tent in Spanish. We stop at Decathlon and get another tent and sleeping bags, then head to the train station to take the last train to Benicassim.
We missed the last train. We stand around the train station looking lost for a while when this British couple approaches us. "Are you going to Benicassim?" We all decide to band together and split a cab there, it breaks down to being cheaper than a hotel room for the night. Our cab driver is named Manolo and he's awesome. The couple busts out a bottle of duty-free Jack Daniels and we run to the vending machine to get some Cokes. The ride is fun.
We get there really late and literally have to rush into the campsite because we didnt have our tickets yet, much less camping wristbands.
The next day we spend at the beach and roaming through town, which is not charming at all. It's a strange place but we find a restaurant with a pretty patio and have a good lunch. After picking up our wristbands from a semi-sketchy dude, we head into the festival. I'm looking forward to seeing Kings of Leon and my sister is super excited to see a band called The Horrors. We grab some drinks, explore, check out a few stages.
My favorite discovery is Silent Disco. Two DJs spin in a big tent with no speakers. Instead, the sound is transmitted to big yellow headphones with two channels (that are given to you as you enter), so you don't know if the person next to you is getting down to the really serious house beat or the funky 70's soul channel.
We head to the main stage. It's crowded. We try to snake our way closer to the front. It's a festival, thats what you're SUPPOSED to do. Girls start pulling our hair and clothes and jewelry. We wait and wait and wait for Kings of Leon to come onstage, but nothing happens. One guy in our group managed to get up front and center, and waited for 3 hours. He peed in a cup. It starts getting really windy, it looks like there may be some sort of fire in the distance and I'm tired. I tell my sister I'm going back to the campground to take a nap.
Next thing I know, my sister unzips the tent and screams:
'SACHA, YOU HAVE TO GET OUT NOW!'
'What are you talking about? I'm napping!'
'UNLESS YOU WANT TO SPEND THE NIGHT ON THE STEPS OF CITY HALL, YOU GOTTA GET OUT!'
I get out of the tent. It's HOWLING wind. Stuff is flying everywhere. The police are going into all the tents and kicking people out of the campsite. It's too dangerous to spend the night in a tent, but camper vans can stay. Girls are crying. Their passports, their tents, everything they have is just gone.
Apparently, the wind got so strong one of the big screens on the main stage fell into a VIP area and nearly killed some people. My sister said she came back and saw the tent flattened by the wind and the outline of my body laying there. I was the only thing holding the tent down.
We take the poles out of the tent, zip it up, and use it as a giant bag that we pull into our friends' camper. We slept on it that night.
My sister, on the other hand, is convinced she's going to see The Horrors. She runs back to the festival and no one will let her in. She tells them she has a friend in there, on drugs, alone and she has to go find her. They let her in. The show is cancelled obviously.
When we wake up the next day, fences are flattened and trees are full of trash, and people are sleeping on the sidewalks. The six of us have a giant spanish meal in a
nearby town all afternoon. The festival doesnt have any remarkable
headliners, so we just find random tents and dance a lot.
We skipped the last day. I was a little bummed because we missed bands I actually wanted to see, but we spent a delightful evening in Barcelona and flew back to Italy the following morning.
We make it back to Naples. Our tent and sleeping bags aren't at baggage claim.
One weekend. Two tents. Four sleeping bags.
BENICASSIM
Well it's not that the festival was so bad. We had fun but I don't think I'd go again. When we decided to go we were in Capri, Italy and it was the 15th of July. The festival started the 16th. We managed to find tickets to the sold-out festival and booked our flights over a few beers at an internet cafe and were on a ferry the next morning on our way to the airport in Naples. Our captain's friends were going in an RV and said we could crash their campground.
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| our living situation |
We land in Barcelona. Our tent isn't there. They have no record of ever even checking it. We argue with the people at the baggage counter. 'WE'RE HOMELESS TONIGHT BECAUSE OF YOU!'
No dice.
We get into a taxi and have a much easier time explaining we need a tent in Spanish. We stop at Decathlon and get another tent and sleeping bags, then head to the train station to take the last train to Benicassim.
We missed the last train. We stand around the train station looking lost for a while when this British couple approaches us. "Are you going to Benicassim?" We all decide to band together and split a cab there, it breaks down to being cheaper than a hotel room for the night. Our cab driver is named Manolo and he's awesome. The couple busts out a bottle of duty-free Jack Daniels and we run to the vending machine to get some Cokes. The ride is fun.
We get there really late and literally have to rush into the campsite because we didnt have our tickets yet, much less camping wristbands.
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| why swim in the fountain when the beach is a few blocks away? |
My favorite discovery is Silent Disco. Two DJs spin in a big tent with no speakers. Instead, the sound is transmitted to big yellow headphones with two channels (that are given to you as you enter), so you don't know if the person next to you is getting down to the really serious house beat or the funky 70's soul channel.
We head to the main stage. It's crowded. We try to snake our way closer to the front. It's a festival, thats what you're SUPPOSED to do. Girls start pulling our hair and clothes and jewelry. We wait and wait and wait for Kings of Leon to come onstage, but nothing happens. One guy in our group managed to get up front and center, and waited for 3 hours. He peed in a cup. It starts getting really windy, it looks like there may be some sort of fire in the distance and I'm tired. I tell my sister I'm going back to the campground to take a nap.
Next thing I know, my sister unzips the tent and screams:
'SACHA, YOU HAVE TO GET OUT NOW!'
'What are you talking about? I'm napping!'
'UNLESS YOU WANT TO SPEND THE NIGHT ON THE STEPS OF CITY HALL, YOU GOTTA GET OUT!'
I get out of the tent. It's HOWLING wind. Stuff is flying everywhere. The police are going into all the tents and kicking people out of the campsite. It's too dangerous to spend the night in a tent, but camper vans can stay. Girls are crying. Their passports, their tents, everything they have is just gone.
Apparently, the wind got so strong one of the big screens on the main stage fell into a VIP area and nearly killed some people. My sister said she came back and saw the tent flattened by the wind and the outline of my body laying there. I was the only thing holding the tent down.
We take the poles out of the tent, zip it up, and use it as a giant bag that we pull into our friends' camper. We slept on it that night.
My sister, on the other hand, is convinced she's going to see The Horrors. She runs back to the festival and no one will let her in. She tells them she has a friend in there, on drugs, alone and she has to go find her. They let her in. The show is cancelled obviously.
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| our tent/bag/bed |
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| our lifeline |
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| tents and more off the campgrounds and on the railroad. |
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| downwind from the campgrounds |
We skipped the last day. I was a little bummed because we missed bands I actually wanted to see, but we spent a delightful evening in Barcelona and flew back to Italy the following morning.
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| a healthy lunch on our way back to Barcelona |
One weekend. Two tents. Four sleeping bags.
BENICASSIM
ST THOMAS- DARK & STORMYS + BLACK IGUANAS
I just decided to add the recipe for Dark & Stormys. I had forgotten how much I love rum until my recent trip to the Caribbean. I've been trying to extend the tropical vibe as long as I can which has not been difficult with the amazing weather in LA lately. Beach BBQs, coconut banana bread and rum galore!
I spent a fair amount of time in Antigua and the surrounding islands in 2008 for family trips, getting certified for diving, and a few sailing regattas (we won Classics Week that year!) While I was there I developed a serious love for the rum punch at Shirley Heights. The steel drum band, ancient fortress, and unforgettable sunsets were great too, but I mean, this PUNCH! They have vowed to never reveal the recipe, so instead of trying to half-ass my own, here's another great and simple rum drink.
DARK AND STORMY
2 oz dark rum (I like Mount Gay and Ron Abuelo)
10 oz ginger beer (My favorite is Reed's Ginger Brew)
1/2 lime
Ice
Fill a tall glass with ice. Squeeze 1/4 of the lime onto the ice and leave wedge in glass. Pour rum over the ice, then add ginger beer. Stir slightly and garnish with the second 1/4 lime.
MY PLACE
The multi talented + super rad designer Justina Blakeney featured my home on her blog! I bookmarked her last year when I came across her Valentine's Day Fort, not realizing we have mutual friends until a while later.
Right away, I related to her love of thrifting and upcycling (I LOVE projects!) and I've been super inspired by her 'Jungalow' concept of bringing more plants into your home. I've since made an indoor garden (more on that later) and stepped my game up outside too, planting more herbs, lavender, and succulents. I can't tell you how proud I was when a friend recently came onto my patio and said "It's jungle status out here Sach."
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Right away, I related to her love of thrifting and upcycling (I LOVE projects!) and I've been super inspired by her 'Jungalow' concept of bringing more plants into your home. I've since made an indoor garden (more on that later) and stepped my game up outside too, planting more herbs, lavender, and succulents. I can't tell you how proud I was when a friend recently came onto my patio and said "It's jungle status out here Sach."
click here for the rest
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