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Entries tagged with 'Beach'
Posted Jun. 20, 2008,
Caribbean Fashion Week: Beachin' It!
By Carol Lee
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We had a lot of free time on this trip, which is pretty unusual, and us New Yorkers felt more or less stranded at the Hilton. There was no itinerary for us and also Kingston is not the friendliest place to be wandering around when you don't know what you're doing. But I was one of the few lucky people who got to leave the compound and see the beach and eat delicious local food thanks to Kelly Rae and her crew, who were doing location scouting for Maxim. We drove out to a place called Hellshire Beach and had lunch at the local institution Prendy's. We ate fresh-caught fish, deep-fried and steamed with vegetable stew and a Jamaican staple called "festival," which is fried cornmeal dough. When you first arrive at the beach, it just looks like a crumbling shanty town, but all the little huts are fish joints for the hungry beach-goers and their walls are painted with the most amazing murals inside and out.
After filling up our bellies we drove to another beach ten minutes away called Fort Clarence. Here we each had to pay 150 Jamaican dollars ($2) to get in, but it was well worth it. This beach was more secluded with hardly anyone there. The water was divine -- like a giant heated pool. After splashing around for a bit and having the greatest time, we headed back to the Hilton at sunset.
Posted Dec. 22, 2007,
The West Is the Best, Get Here and We'll Do the Rest
By Ann Magnuson
Just when I started getting back in the New York groove I had to return to the West Coast. Don't cry for me Lower Manhattan! I felt like Lazarus rising from the dead! Don't get me wrong, NYC is fun... but it's a bunker. Which you don't fully realize until you've left. Jim Morrison was right! The west is the best! Especially when it's a sparkling clear day on the beach in Carlsbad (where these photos were taken last Thursday.)
When I came upon the scene in the photo below I was reminded of another Jim Morrison quote, told to me by a friend of his from UCLA film school. They were leaving a class and came upon a dead squirrel impaled on the barbed wire on top of a fence. Jimbo stopped in his tracks, cocked his head to one side (so his neck muscles were bulging out real sexy you know) and he muttrered, "Well, that pretty much says it all."