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Greetings from the Big Apple: Frankenstorm

“I’m not afraid of storms, for I am learning to sail my ship.”
 - Louisa May Alcott

Tiger Darrow, Style Scout
Style Scout -Tiger Darrow  

Hi Friends,

It's not quite a ghost town, but it's close. I lived in the middle of all of the power outages, and walking around the morning after the hurricane hit on my street, you couldn't really tell that something had happened at first. It was just like waking up before all the shops had opened or something. Not as busy as usual, but there were still joggers out and about, and people walking around. But we were really all doing the same thing: surveying the damage. The post storm quiet was eerie and the sirens of the police cars and firetrucks that would go whizzing past in the surrounding blocks added to the sinking feeling in my gut as I stepped out the door.

After Hurricane Sandy 2012

The night of the storm was all jokes. But the kind of jokes that you use to take your mind off of the sound of the metal gates outside slamming in the howling winds. My suite mates were sitting around the table in our common room watching a movie and I was working on my laptop in bed.  We were all crossing our fingers that the power would stay on, but we knew that sooner or later, we would be left in the dark. Especially when the lights started flickering. When they finally did cut out and the emergency lights in the hall switched on. "Here go our 90 minutes of emergency lighting!" my roommate yelled from the other room. I broke the glow sticks that I had bought at the store and put them in cups on the common table so we could conserve the batteries in our flashlights, and we opened our front door to let the hall light in. While my suite mates played cards, I sat outside in the hall with my drawing supplies.

Hurricane Sandy and Glow Stick Lanterns
Glow stick candles. The guy at the store laughed at me when I bought them, but they worked out nicely.

Along with our electricity, went our hot water, and then our cell reception. For about an hour, you could step just outside the building to send and receive texts, but eventually, that faded as well. I made a few futile attempts to get reception to text back home to let my mother know what was going on and get updates from her since none of us had any way of knowing the status of the storm.

Rahm vs. Hurricane Sandy
My friend, Rahm, lightening the mood in the lobby just before the emergency lights went out

I moved my drawing to the lobby of my dorm-- where the emergency lighting was dimming rapidly--so I could periodically step outside to check my phone. I stood in the wind and drizzly pinprick rain, desperately waving my phone in the air.


There I was, with my phone out and false hope, watching the police cars and vans drive through the streets, patrolling for looters. I finally gave up after about 15 minutes and stepped inside for the night. Once our emergency lighting cut out, there was really nothing else to do but shut off our phones to conserve battery and sleep until there was light again; so, everyone in my suite got settled into our beds for the night and fell asleep to the sound of the residual winds of the storm outside our windows.

My roommate and I woke up at around the same time.  Since we live on the second floor, and we're wedged between buildings, we don't have too much in the way of natural light in our room, and it takes us a while to get up without an alarm. We were out of bed at around noon. I was stir-crazy from being inside and not being able to communicate with anyone outside of my dorm, so I went out on my own to investigate. Half to see what had happened to the neighborhood, and half to see if I could get some cell reception and find out what was going on.

My “go bag” I prepared in case of emergency evacuation.

It feels like something out of The Walking Dead in lower Manhattan.  Most stores are closed. The windows are dirty from the rain and wind. It doesn't help that there are Halloween decorations in a lot of the stores—the easiest decoration being spider webs-- to add to the eerie ambiance of the city.  The stores that have
decided to open for business don’t have electricity, so patrons must use flashlights in addition to the battery-powered electronic candles that some store owners have set in the corners. At a glance, it looks like zombie apocalypse-survivors are scouring the aisles of stores they’ve broken into for provisions. You have to look twice to see that they’re actually meant to be there.

After the storm
A dangling sign on 3rd Ave, near where I live.

Walking a few more blocks north, there are a few stores that somehow have power--possibly a backup generator-- including a 7 Eleven, that by around 2pm had set up tables with surge protectors outside for people to charge their computers and phones on. The line for these outlets stretched around the block as bundled New Yorkers rapidly sent messages to their loved ones and checked the news. Other lines were for food at the few bodegas that opened their doors to customers despite the lack of electricity. Some places opened, but put signs outside saying what they could offer at that time, like one restaurant on the corner of Union Square that had a handwritten sign saying “falafel fries only.”

Oh Thank Heaven
7 Eleven just a few hours before setting up tables as charging stations.

I kept walking and snapping photos--going nowhere, really--when suddenly, at around 27th st, my phone buzzed. Text and email tones came pouring out of it. I looked around and saw that on my block, street lights were working. I had reception. Instantly, I called my mother to give her an update, and check on what the news was. She warned me of rats and to be sure to watch for fallen cables and not-yet-fallen cranes.

The “not yet fallen” crane.

I continued to wander to see what it was like farther north. Everything was closed, and there were more fallen leaves than usual on the ground, but there was no damage to the buildings, and there seemed to be electricity. Everything looked untouched, but asleep.  When I returned to my dorm, the glow-tape on the stairs up to my floor had given out--there was no way for it to charge up--so I used my phone as a light to find my way to my room. Everything was still. My roommate was there with one of her friends, but there was a strange, somber, calmness upon the entire building. I sat on my bed, unsure of what to do next, when I heard a knock on my door. One of my friends from down the street had made his way over to my place to check in on me and see what my plan was for the rest of the day. We walked to Kimmel, one of NYU’s student activities centers, where we had been told there was electricity and wifi so we could figure out where to go next.

The other “landmark disaster spot”: the fallen facade of the building on 8th Ave.

So many people were using the wifi in Kimmel and outside of NYU’s library, Bobst, that connecting was difficult. I found that I could only get connected on my phone and when I was sitting outside
the building. He and I sat in the cold passing my phone (his wouldn’t connect at all) between the two of us, making living arrangements for the next 4 days via Facebook chat since we still couldn’t get any sort of cellphone service.  Once we had both found places to stay, we grabbed dinner and split a cab going uptown.

NYU began evacuating the dorms that didn’t have electricity on Wednesday. Students had to be out by 3 PM, and any student that didn’t have a place to stay off campus was sent to Kimmel or Palladium, one of our dorms on Union Square that has electricity in its lobby, though there’s no reception, wifi, or electricity in individual rooms. I woke up at around 7:30 AM because I was so incredibly fortunate to get to stay at a family friend’s beautiful place with huge windows, so I woke up with the sun.

Here Comes the Sun
My beautiful view at 7:30 AM.

It was a beautiful day, and I knew I would need to get more clothing and my cello from my dorm before they locked students out of the buildings, since I packed a little too hastily the night before, so I figured I would walk to the East Village after making breakfast. One of my best friends sent me a text saying how beautiful it was outside and checked in to see how everything was going. I told her what part of town I was staying in, and as it turned out, she was staying a few blocks south of me, on the other side of Central Park. When I told her I was planning on walking to my dorm, she offered to meet up with me, because she needed to pick up a few things as well. We met at the bottom of the park and began our trek together, which ended up being a 160+ block walk.

Central Park after Sandy
Central Park

What struck me the hardest was how different uptown and downtown Manhattan were.  The previous day, I had seen lines around the block for the few little food carts that were running on generators and stores that allowed their patrons to browse the shelves with flashlights. On my walk from the apartment down to my dorm, I saw lines for stores as well, but it was dramatically different. There was a giant line around the corner for the UGG store. I was shocked. How was it that only 40 blocks away, there was an entire community of people just hoping to get food
, while these people waited in line for shoes?

Uggs, really?!?
The line outside of the UGG store.

There was also a huge line at the Apple store, but they were providing electricity for people to charge their phones… helping people keep in touch… not just selling shoes.

My friend and I continued our walk, and as we descended into downtown Manhattan, clouds began to gather overhead. The wind picked up. I was so glad to have made the journey with a friend instead of by myself. When you see a place like Union Square, which is usually bustling with life and the smell of different food carts every 20 feet, nearly empty, it’s a shock. You look at your phone, and you have no reception. You feel alone.

Union Square after Sandy
A nearly empty Union Square.

After gathering what we needed from our dorms, my friend and I walked back uptown. We sat outside a cafe and had lunch together, reflecting on the storm, catching up, talking about boys and being girly. Upon returning to where I was staying, I was overwhelmed with a sense of complete joy and love over how many texts, emails, Facebook messages, and phone calls I had received checking in on my whereabouts and how I was doing. My friends and I have all been checking up on each other every day to make sure everyone is safe and sound.

The storm, as devastating as it was and continues to be, has created such a beautiful sense of community among NYU’s students. I’m so grateful and so fortunate to have so many caring people in my
life. It’s rumored that we’re to get electricity possibly by the weekend. If this is the case, I know everyone is eager for life to return to normal, but for now, I’d say we’re all doing alright, and I’m proud of the way everyone is handling the storm. My heart goes out to those who were hit even harder by Hurricane Sandy and those who lost loved ones in the storm.

Lower Manhattan after the storm
View looking back on Lower Manhattan.

“Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life.  The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.”
 - Lord Byron

Until next time,


What I’m Listening To:
Jeff Buckley- Lover, You Should Have Come Over

posted: November 2, 2012

Greetings from the Big Apple: How I

spend My Days in Class
Yes, our New York Style Scout is still blogging, Hurricane Sandy be damned!!!

“Since I don't smoke, I decided to grow a mustache - it is better for the health.  However, I always carried a jewel-studded cigarette case in which, instead of tobacco, were carefully placed several mustaches, Adolphe Menjou style. I offered them politely to my friends: "Mustache? Mustache? Mustache?"  Nobody dared to touch them. This was my test regarding the sacred aspect of mustaches.”
-Salvador Dali, Dali’s Mustache

Tiger Darrow - Style Scout
Tiger Darrow – Style Scout

Hi friends,

Something I’ve always loved to do is draw.   I’ve been surrounded by artists my whole life.   My favorite memories include cartooning with my mother, having drawing lessons with my grandparents, exchanging comics with friends, and most recently, a friend told me that all he does in String Orchestration is sit and watch me draw.   I loved that. 

Lately, for some reason, I’ve been really into the mustache look.   Apparently, the rest of the world has been too, so I’m not really all that trendy, and honestly, what I’m about to show you makes me think that you’re all probably going to say:

mustaches and monocles

Since animals with mustaches and monocles are old news and overdone.   But whatever.

Anyway, among my in-class doodles, I’ve been able to come up with a little series of
Animals Like Sirs.   They started off like this:

Tiger Darrow: Mustache Octopus  Tiger Darrow: Mustache Narwahl

Then I got a little more stylized and added a frame:

Tiger Darrow: Mustache Kittie  Tiger Darrow: Mustache Frenchie

So then I moved to some slightly more realistic animals, but in a hipster-y sort of vein:

Tiger Darrow: Elephant with Specs

Tiger Darrow: Cool Giraffe

Seeing all the drawing I had been doing in class, my boyfriend brought me a bass drum head after work one day and said that he thought it would make a good canvas for me to use.   I was thrilled.   I first did a draft of what I wanted on a large piece of Bristol paper (while watching Family Guy, duh).

Tiger Darrow: Stag in Progress

This process took me about a week.   I went through a rough pencil sketch, inked the pencil, went in and drew in all the fur with the smallest pens I had. So time consuming, but so worth it.  Once I was done with that part of the project, I was able to transfer it to the drum head.  Since it wasn’t completely opaque, I was able to tape the paper underneath it and trace it with a pen (still while watching Family Guy. ..  once again: duh).

Tiger Darrow: Stag in Progress

Tracing took no time at all, fur included, which came as a little bit of a surprise.   Once the deer was on the drum head, I incorporated the logo into a freehand frame I drew around it, so the end result ended up being something like this:

Taiger Darrow: Stag in Progress

Now, it hangs happily above my bed.   A blog about how I’ve decorated my room this year is in the works (I’m just waiting on a few finishing touches to come in the mail), but here’s a sneak peek of how I’ve got the drum head set up:

Tiger's Bedroom 2012

Next up will be a blog about how I’ve got my room decorated, so stay tuned!

Until next time,


P.S. What I’m listening to:
Genesis by Grimes   

Posted: October 31, 2012

Greetings from the Big Apple: Coffee

Talk and Baby-Doll Heads


An artist cannot fail; it is a success to be one.  ~Charles Horton Cooley

Tiger darrow, Style Scout
Tiger Darrow – Style Scout 

Hi friends,

Lately, a couple of my friends and I have been getting up very early on Wednesday mornings to meet up with a professor to discuss music, our thoughts and concerns on it, and various philosophical ways of viewing music and our own identities.  We all shuffle our way to Think Coffee, grab our various beverages and breakfast snacks, and sit down for discussion.  I’ve discovered that waking up early and immediately having such a stimulating conversation somehow makes the rest of the day seem so much more interesting and engaging.  Perhaps it’s just having your brain kick-started in the mornings rather than easing your way into the day.

Anyway, the first time my friends and I met up at Think (which now, looking back on it, seems like such an appropriate name for a place where we meet up to talk about these things), we chose a large booth to sit in.  Hanging above our heads were these painted, ceramic doll heads, and I want every single one of them (sorry for the not so great photo quality--the light was awful):

Ginger by Devon Lilly    Hunter by Devon Lilly

Molly by Devon Lilly    Peter by Devon Lilly

Devon Lilly    Devon Lilly

That’s all for now!


Until next time,

p.s. What I’m listening to: Still by Bombay Bicycle Club

posted: October 24, 2012

Greetings from the Big Apple: How a College Kid Eats in the New Millennium
Do vegetarians eat animal crackers?  ~Author Unknown

Tiger Darrow, Style Scout
Tiger Darrow – Style Scout

Hi friends,

It’s no secret that I have dietary restrictions, and eating gluten free food can be a pain.  On top of that, a lot of my friends are vegan, so sometimes it’s difficult to choose a place to eat.  However, when one of my vegan friends called me after class saying that he’d found a vegan sushi restaurant, I jumped on the opportunity to go (not just for the food, he’s a cool guy too, I guess...)

Anyway, here’s where we went!  It’s a place called Beyond Sushi.  Everything is vegan and vegetarian, meaning it’s also gluten free (except for the soy sauce…  you might want to bring your own if you have a gluten allergy).  Pictured is Rahm’s “Sweet Tree” roll and “Mighty Mushroom” roll with a seaweed single and a baked tofu single.  

So.  Delicious.

Rahm's Sweet Tree Roll from Beyond Sushi
(Sorry for the grainy picture quality, we were too focused on wolfing down our food to take photos.)

Naturally, we needed dessert, so we headed over to a vegan/gluten free dessert joint called Stogo a few blocks away where we got vegan ice cream.

Stogo Ice Cream

Today was definitely a good day for food. (Don’t worry, mom, I’ve been going to classes too).

That’s all for now!  

Until next time,

posted: October 17, 2012

Greetings from the Big Apple: NYU Redux


“Some people drink from the fountain of knowledge; others just gargle.”-         Robert Anthony


Tiger Darrow - Style Scout
Tiger Darrow – Style Scout


Hi friends,

I’m finally back in New York.  I didn’t do much in the way or blogging this summer because I was constantly writing/recording for my new record(s)--release date TBD.  I thought I would give an update on what the dorm situation is like this year.  I’m living in NYU’s “Green” dorm, which means it is the eco-friendly dorm.  

NYU Green 

There are only about 80 residents living here, we recycle nearly everything, there are lots of vegans and “yogis,” there’s no elevator, and we don’t have air conditioning. Interpret my tone about all that as you will.  At first, I was VERY upset about the situation.  I have a difficult time with the heat, AND I’m sharing a suite with 4 other people (I recently found a suite in the housing system that has about SEVEN people total in it and only 2 bathrooms, so I’ve come to terms with my own situation--though the seven person suite had A/C).  However, now that I’ve met all my suitemates and my roommate and have been here a week, I think this living situation is going to be alright. 

Yes, it’s hot as all get out, so much so that I briefly couch-surfed with some friends for a few days.  The most terrifying moment was when it got so hot that my roommate and I left the windows (yea, windows!!!) in our room open, and mosquitoes got in.  As it turns out, I’m allergic enough to mosquitoes that my eyes swell shut when I’m stung enough times.  So I woke up and couldn’t open my right eye one morning.


New York-style Mosquitoes



That aside, my Dyson fan has become my best friend, and the heat in my room isn’t quite so noticeable anymore.
 There’s also so much space!  Our ceilings are very high and my room is considerably larger than my last room.  We also have a large common area and a TINY kitchen, a bathroom with a double sink, water closet, and shower/tub.  

I’m not done decorating yet, because I haven’t gathered all the things I would like to hang, but one of the first things I did was get some extra lights so that we didn’t have to use the fluorescent lights.  The first light:


The bare bulb in Tiger's dorm room


I had always wanted one of these.  Just a single, low-watt bulb, hanging from its cord.  I got the idea because my roommate has one similar, but it isn’t hand blown with the cool spiky looking wire inside it.  I keep seeing these in restaurants around the city and I love them.  I got it at a little light store on Broadway, and it was relatively inexpensive.

My other purchase at that light store were Christmas/twinkle lights.  My ORIGINAL plan was to have them bunched up and hanging from the ceiling over my bed, but the ceilings are so darned high, that I couldn’t reach high enough to get the hook in (we can finally nail things to the walls--yay!!!).  Instead, I kidnapped a friend and went to Walgreens to get some pushpins and made THIS masterpiece:


Texas Teddy @ NYU


My plan is to get a Texas flag to hang over it so that the lights shine through it, which will also (hopefully) make it less... abrasive.  My roommate walked into the room just after I finished hanging this.  I explained that I have a lot of Texas pride and she replied, “Cool... I hope it stays on YOUR side.”  It’s hard to explain what 8 generations of Texas history in your blood does to you.  Oh well.

The rest of my walls are pretty bare, but I’ll be putting up some posters and photos relatively soon, so that will be a big help. 

Anyway, that’s all I have for now.  Stay cool in your last few days of summer, and remember to slow down in school zones!  Unless you’re in New York, in which case, road signs are just a suggestion.  

Until next time,

P.S. What I’m listening to: Something Good by Alt-J.  But seriously, listen to the whole album because it’s fantastic.




Posted: September 19, 2012





Post #4

"Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful."
William Morris  

Those who can’t stand clutter, avert your eyes. 

I have a terrible habit of starting art projects and leaving them strewn about my room with every intention of returning to complete them, but then somehow finding that I don’t have time to work on them, they sit idly, collecting dust.  However, a simple art project that I can add to little by little over the course of a year gives me a fun, long term project and has a better chance of holding my interest. 

I also have a huge problem with cinderblock walls painted white. 

I started an art project at the beginning of my senior year of high school that was a little too ambitious to complete.  I wanted to make a scrapbook of all of my pictures and keepsakes from various shows, parties, movies, etc., but the ratio of volume of objects and papers to how much free time I had was overwhelmingly unbalanced, and now the scrapbooks and papers and keepsakes are all sitting in the corner of my room at home collecting dust. 

ticket collection

Now, as things accumulate, it’s getting to be harder and harder to keep up with trying to place everything in a scrapbook and note where, when, and what it was from, and being in college means I have limited space to store these things. 

My confession: I’m a packrat. 

Anything with any sort of sentimental value must be kept.  

Muji, NYC

I recently made a pilgrimage down Broadway to a store that I call “the Japanese equivalent to Ikea,” Muji, to purchase a clear, cylindrical container to put dried flower buds in, so I wouldn’t have to throw them all away. 

dried corsage

Of course, I didn’t allow the rose bud that I kept enough time to properly dry out (like this one) before sealing it in the container, so this idea is quickly becoming a science experiment.  So far, my roommate doesn’t seem to have any odd diseases. 

So then what do I do with all of the ticket stubs, programs, 3D glasses, cards, photographs, and various boarding passes I’ve accumulated so far in my stay here?  Like I said, I simply cannot stand the cinderblock walls of my dorm, and with winter fast approaching, the white walls would only make the room feel colder.  So I bought some Scotch tape, and here was my solution.

gallery wall

“Simplicity is making the journey of this life with just baggage enough."
Author Unknown

Until next time,

Posted: December 9, 2011

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Greetings from the Big Apple: The Blank Canvas of a Dorm Room

“Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly-sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address. On the other hand, this not knowing has its charms.”
- Tom Hanks in You’ve Got Mail

Tiger Darrow - Style Scout
Tiger Darrow – Style Scout

Hi friends,

 Let’s be cliché for a minute.  Let’s think of everyone in the world as an artist.  In all honesty, it’s true. Everyone is an artist.  To be more specific, we are all painters; that even goes for people who really are within the arts.  Musicians, dancers, actors, we are all, in reality, painters.  Very, very exceptional painters at that. 

When we are born, we are given a blank canvas--a fresh life--to paint whatever picture we see fit.  For most of us, we spend the first 17 or 18 years of our lives priming our canvas, most likely with the help of our parents, experimenting with a few dabs of color here and there.  By the time we’ve reached 17 or 18, I’d imagine our canvases are beautiful, but lack the complexity and thought that they could have, and certainly haven’t come close to reaching their full potential.  It isn’t until we leave the comfort and safety of our own homes that we discover how to use the paints of the situations we encounter.  This is also when our canvas becomes somewhat more of a physical canvas.  Something more tactile. 

The Dorm Room:
The first instance of a tactile canvas for many of us is a dorm room.  In a whirlwind of excitement and adrenaline on move-in day at college, students walk in to their new home and are smacked right in the face with a bare, white room.  At least, that was the situation in my case.  The bed, desk, and set of drawers were the only “pop of color” in the room: a light, but very bulky and masculine-looking brown.  The walls were pure cinderblock painted white, and it looked like there was no hope for an inspirational thought to survive in the room.  Until suddenly, the room was no longer seen as a bland dorm room, but rather a blank canvas.  The walls are now painted with photos from home, posters from movies and TV shows, decals that were bought on sale from Pier 1 and something else that really makes a difference: cute bed spreads.  I got lucky.  My roommate and I have similar taste and both got our bedding at Anthropologie--a total coincidence.  She and I also have a goal to try to not have any white space on the walls by the end of the years.  If you have to spend most of your time in this room, you have to like it!  It’ll probably end up evolving throughout the year, too.  Ours definitely has.

Dorm Room 1

An Idea:

I didn’t like the boring white I had to stare at on the backs of my shelves, so I expanded a high resolution image of my favorite city in Spain (Toledo) on Photoshop and printed it out in sections to create my own version of shelf-paper so I’d have a prettier backdrop!  I didn’t measure how much space I needed to cover before printing, so it took me a long time, and I printed out more than necessary, so if you choose to do something like this, I recommend getting to be friends with a tape measure first!

Dorm Room 2

On note-taking:

Staying awake in certain classes can be a challenge.  Even if you find the topic at hand interesting or if you have a great professor, it can still be difficult to stay alert.  However, one solution that could save you from dozing off is trying a different note taking technique.  Notebook paper is possibly the most obvious canvas you have, so try taking advantage of it.

Dorm Room 3
This is boring.

Dorm Room 4
This is better!

Getting Around the Rules:

Lots of colleges won’t let you put holes in the walls or ceilings (and unfortunately, you can’t really sneak around that rule--they check your rooms), but hanging things is alright.  If you’re a girl, you’ll often want a full length mirror so you can check your entire outfit before leaving the room.  In our case, we couldn’t hang the mirror on the door to the bathroom because there was no room between the door and the door frame.  How did we get around it?  We hung it from a pipe!  Works just as well, and there was no drilling involved.

Dorm Room 5

Hiding Clutter:

Closets can look cluttered (especially a college student’s closet) and to save space, there usually isn’t a door on the closet in a dorm room.  To hide our closets a little, my roommate and I used some cheap curtains from K-Mart and a plain, white tension rod.

Dorm Room 6

More Storage:

To create more room for storage, get bed risers!  I have a lot of instruments I took to college with me, and I needed to store guitar cases under my bed, so these risers helped out a lot.  The width might not always be an exact fit for the room (I had to move my desk completely and push it on top of my risers, because the base stuck out a little too much), but you’ll be grateful for the extra space.

Dorm Room 7

Another Benefit:

Risers also leave room for bins under your bed.  I use 3 canvas boxes from Bed Bath and Beyond to store tights, underwear, and socks under my bed.  This saves room in my chest of drawers for more t-shirts and pants.

Dorm Room 8

Learning how to share a space if you haven’t done it already and figuring out how to keep yourself organized can be a little overwhelming at first, but once you get the hang of it, it becomes a game and everything you buy as an organizational aid or as an embellishment to your room becomes a treasure.  You appreciate it because it is a sign of your independence and your first splash of color on a new canvas.

Until next time,

Posted: November 16, 2011

Introducing Our Style Scouts: Kitty Stuart and Tiger Darrow

This fall I have two granddaughters studying on two continents.  One advantage of having two such stylish young women in the family is that they can act as “style scouts” for Hayslip Design Associates.  One of the disadvantages is that they are in two of the most expensive cities in the world, New York and Paris,  so it will be especially interesting to see how creative these fashion detectives can be on a student’s budget.  I look forward to great ideas and observations of all types at all price ranges!

Style Scouts
Tiger and Kitty in Spain, Christmas 2010

Tiger is studying at NYU.  I hope she’ll have time to visit some of the boutiques, restaurants, and museums that make New York so special.  She has a wonderfully avante garde sense of style.  She loves to mix things that at first glance seem to clash.  She gravitates toward vintage fashions, loves film and music, and is a wonderful illustrator.  I can’t wait to see the trends she brings us from the Big Apple.

Kitty is Tiger’s older sister.  Until recently she attended Ole Miss, and is now taking a nine week French course in Paris.  Kitty is the quintessential southern belle.  When asked to rank her favorite things, “Pink” would be at the top of her list.  Kitty loves fashion and has a history of finding great bargains.  She’s already immersed in French culture and I can’t wait to read her posts about French style.

We’ll post Tiger’s and Kitty’s musings as often as we are able.  I’m really looking forward to what these intrepid style scouts have to show us. 




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