October 2011
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March 2011
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happy birthday mark paul!
because really, when did i ever stop loving you? and isn’t it the gosh-darn truth that paul walker is really just a poor girl’s zack morris?
xoxo
February 2011
2 posts
January 2011
1 post
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¡feliz cumpleaños justin timberlake!
thank you for reminding me that i have accomplished the ability to achieve relatively nothing in 25 years, and in 30, you have somehow managed to rule the world, and channel my post-backstreet-boys-wedding-announcement-heartache / late adolescent hormones into productivity on the dance floor.
ever secretly yours as publicly my 1999 boy-band loyalty still belongs to bsb.
xoxo maniezheh
October 2010
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“would you pay an unmentionable sum to learn: all knowledge - i.e. all ideas we...”
– maniezheh firouzi
August 2010
8 posts
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hot date on friday nite: condé nast orgy
the september issue.
the september issue.
the september issue.
mxoxo
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not to brag, but i might just be the luckiest girl...
i had an amazing weekend. and i am nice to myself, almost too nice. but i think it’s because i spent more than a good decade in pain. and so now, i am gleefully stuck in a hedonistic adolescence … which is really code for living and loving life without guilt. and so monday was thus:
east village / west village meandering
september 2010 british vogue
cafe cluny lunch:...
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the maniezheh show
why does it feel like life has become one walking advertisement? is this just a new york thing? everything has a price, a point-of-purchase, every product has been placed ever so to make that old frenemy Yearning come out and play.
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a visual ode to sarah bernhardt, only because we...
the random unproductive shit i do.
google is a verb in my book. and that’s fine. it’s a verb i do too much. but google has just replaced the yellow pages. when i was little i would always search for “firouzi” in the phone book, or random names of people i knew to see if that person would have been my friend in an alternate city, an alternate life. but google is my yellow pages these days. like, i should...
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breakfast at tiffany's
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there is something so charming about audrey hepburn’s rendition of truman capote’s call-girl novella. i get it. chic. lovely. scandalous (back then). when paul and holly get together in the hollywood version it’s a triumph of the human condition: oh paul with his dreamy blue eyes in the rain, and holly frantically looking for cat, and before she finds him (her nameless slob...
does anyone know david nicholls personally?
i have a bone to pick. especially about certain details. four years of my life are technically on par with fiction, or my life is such a cliché. in either case, i’m a little beside myself (still!) after reading this book. hmph. but yeah, pass on my info. i need to have a word with him.
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eyes glazed over
i often get a kick out of watching men watch women. i don’t like being looked at, because sometimes they are horrible about it, really demeaning, really y chromosome about it (remember, the y chromosome is the retarded, less developed X chromosome). but watching others watch others is a little less offensive, a little more national geographic than playboy channel. because sometimes instead...
July 2010
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neopolitan me
brown. pink. white. i’m not going to expound on the awesomeness of neopolitan ice cream, i will however, express the awesomeness of having a neopolitan ass. my back goes from caramelly brown to a hint of pink then … vanilla. there are certain awkward joys of wearing a different bathing suit and forgetting extra sunscreen. until i find a nudist beach my tan will arrive in shades much...
maniezheh:life::steve buscemi:tuileries
somedays, most days, i am to life what steve buscemi was to the tuileries metro stop.
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whoa
what’s inside is what matters.
it’s nothing and yet all.
it doesn’t matter if there’s a half- empty glass or half-full glass, just so long as there’s water.
mxo
“jan morrow: i once had the mumps. but i got over it.
pierot: mumps?
jan...”
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doris day, pillow talk; this is a white blood cell; if only the body created immunity for a broken heart.
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so that's the other end of your party line
on sunday morning, around 6 a.m. as a hazy muted yellow peeked through the clouds like a runny fried egg yolk through eggs whites, i had a lovely chat on a bushwick patio about movies. i was chatting with an l.a. dude who writes scores for films. as i meandered through celluloid images in my mind, it seems i’m a glutton for all the old-time movies. and in fact, i proudly am. i think a lot...
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happy hour is the happiest hour
white wine and folding laundry. white wine and cleaning my room. white wine and balancing my cheque-book. white wine and “did i really spend all that money that i didn’t have to begin with?” white wine and dancing around my room. white wine and a movie. white wine is like a pair of k. jacques strappy sandals - it goes with the cutest outfit in life or the ugliest and makes...
long beach.
i went to long beach yesterday, and i got a little choked up watching the surfers. there is no greater high than surfing. yes, okay, there is runner’s high; that and leila’s yoga class are their own ethereal highs unto themselves. and they suffice because i live in manhattan and not laguna beach. there is nothing more profound than a successful pop up on a wave you committed to with...
“… even then i knew myself well enough to realize that no matter how much i...”
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-twyla tharp, the creative habit, p. 49, image from a 2007 gap ad courtesy of …
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i have given quite a bit of thought to this.
i already have a blog. but sometimes i use it for these really earnest pontifications (i.e. self-important rants) about life, love, sex, etc… and i don’t want to sully that with my sarcasm. so maybe i will just use this space for what i like to call a “deep thought”, or, in twitter-speak #deepthought … what i hear or think that’s worth repeating for the...