Posts Tagged ‘Bicycling’

Tweed Cycling Fashion

Fashion in Airports

Last Sunday marked the first official Big Apple Tweed — New York City’s inaugural tweed bicycle ride. Cyclists from as far as Harlem and Washington DC came together dressed in their tweed-inspired Sunday best. We met in Grand Army Plaza before embarking on our tour of Park Slope and Fort Greene. The ride culminated with a free buffet brunch at the lovely French-Moroccan bistro Kif.

Bike Culture Summit

Cycling For Life

On May 6th, I attended “Bike Summit NYC 2010″, an event sponsored by the NYC’s month-long bike-centric series of events used to address biking in NYC. I was fashionably 10 minutes late – since I can’t afford nice clothes, tardiness is one way I express my cool sense of style. My experience at the bike summit, however, wasn’t what I expected.

Hoopla Hooper: Yawen Chen

Photo Life

New York City is a breeding ground for inspiring moments, with its ever-changing landscapes, establishments and inhabitants. Every day in the city, I strive to capture and document these moments, whether it’s through a photo, a Tweet, or a conversation. Here, on my third year as a Brooklyn resident from California, I offer you my visual perspective.

Hoopla Hooper: Melissa Andrada

Fashion in Airports

“The creative person looks for history in a hardware store and fashion in an airport.” -Robert Wieder Whether I’m at JFK or in SoHo, I seek fashion that challenges and inspires me. From the low to the high, I am interested in fashion that tells an interesting story about the City. Whether it’s a vintage fur mink from a clothing swap, a pair of sneakers from a skate shop, or the shape of someone’s eye brows, what’s important is the sensibility and statement that the object or person expresses.

Hoopla Hooper: Rita Kurniawan

Cycling for Life

Biking has become an addiction to me. Before I came to the U.S., biking had never been a part of my life. I was also originally reluctant to bike in the city due to the convoluted traffic. Born and raised in Jakarta, Indonesia— a beautiful country if you didn’t live in the capital—I was accustomed to the unbearable traffic where, crossing the street was a form of “seppuku”— a ritualistic suicide undertaken by Japanese samurais.