Saturday, November 5, 2011

Mexico: Day of The Dead.

Photo by: Yimmy Yayo


All's well that ends well....

The problem? When it doesn't.

Our affair was long over... yet when his Fiance uncovered it all, her fresh wounds lead to irrational, psychotic behavior; it was hard not to smile; the irony so strong it hurt.

The Fiance put the 'Psycho' in psychotherapy... which just-so-happens to be her chosen field of study.

After countless furious emails and texts I was reaching my breaking point. After all, it's not my fault her Fiance fell hard. Even though Halloween is over and finished, in Mexico it seemed the 'day of the dead' just wasn't ready to be put to rest.

Good luck party goers. I'm sure these fireworks will be memorable. Tread carefully though, as people who play with fire tend to get burned; two can play this game my dear and everyone knows that Chloe plays for keeps.

Party-on party people.

Monday, October 31, 2011

Ms. Behave.



New Yorkers are constantly surrounded by the best of the very best. How quickly we forget, in other cities ordering cigarettes + swedish fish for delivery at 4AM is unheard of.

Just like the jaded New York dwellers, women today tend to forget what it meant to be a woman, not so long ago... challenges + obstacles that we babes take with a grain of salt; things that no longer effect us + ideas that seem so very old, yet were fully present just 2 generations ago. 

This month New York Magazine takes a look back at the women + the publication who helped push them forward + allowed their work to go beyond just a movement to become life as we know it.

How Do You Spell Ms.
Forty years ago, a group of feminists, led by Gloria Steinem, did the unthinkable: They started a magazine for women, published by women—and the first issue sold out in eight days. An oral history of a publication that changed history.


Full Article HERE.

Monday, August 1, 2011

The Eclipse: New Beginnings


photo by: Deborah Turbeville


And after that night, nothing would ever be the same. 

I wish we'd recorded our conversation so I could replay every single moment of it again and again. What we said just then is a testament of how deep our love is, how connected we truly are, and is a true example of what it means to fully understand and respect another human being.

I'm not sure anyone (if they were privy to hear us line by line) would ever understand how we can walk away from this, when it’s clear there is something beyond our conscious level of understanding that bonds us together.

But, I don't see this as walking away.

The last 2 hours were some of the most honest, incredible and powerful moments that I've been privileged to experience. What exists between us runs deeper than I think either of us will ever truly be able to understand in this lifetime.

I am at peace, and it's not just because I've met HIM. I'm at peace because what we just shared is something that no matter whom we are with, we will always have.

These past few months you and I discovered things about ourselves; things we were only able to understand because of each other. And that is something so powerful and beautiful, that no one will ever be able to take away.

I don't view our conversation as a conclusion, but as a pivotal moment. One where time stood still and nothing else existed except what we share.

There is nothing to be sad about, nothing at all to mourn the loss of... Although what we had together was deeply moving and passionate, what we will have moving forward will be life-altering.

It’s my belief that we cannot get everything we truly need from just one person. And even though I cannot pinpoint what ‘it’ is we give each other, I have no intentions of letting our incredible connection and deep fundamental understanding of one another vanish.

No longer confined to this wrinkle, I am excited about where our new path will lead.

Come with me my dear friend; let us embark on this journey they call life. Let us be still in this beautiful moment with the knowledge that when we move beyond the confinement of our wrinkle, we will discover it can unfold into our lifeline.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Love Reincarnate.




And in an instant, everything changed.

Unsure of why, I turned away; fighting the urge to stare deep into his eyes. 
How can this connection exist between strangers?

The room spun around us; time stood still. I’d found him.

Exchanging glances throughout the night, we sipped cocktails, gazing out over all of Manhattan's glory. Spectacular.

Relief swept over my entire being; like I’d found this puzzle piece, I hadn't known was missing.

Making our exit, and conveniently 86’ing Crazy Pants (insert long-story HERE)), we hailed a cab to The Greenwich Hotel.

Sinking slowly into the stiff leather of the taxi, I envisioned us back at the Boom Boom Room. Leading him to the bathrooms of glass and granite, I'd press my lips to his, parting them with my tongue; we'd get lost in every kiss, long lost souls together again.

I’d found that missing piece... Let’s call him, The Poet.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Wrinkled.



my chest tightens; the wind is gone.
everything is still.

time moves past, drifting softly through me;
i feel nothing while observing everything.
emptiness consumes me;

staring deeply into the unknown waiting for something, someone, to jar me back to into this life.

this is real, this wrinkle. it effects me like nothing before.

And so i sit... in silence, overwhelmed with the unknown, the past, the future.
such small moments, such extensive impact.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

A Fine Line.



Slow and torturous, I get lost with each word. Inhaling deeply they expand my mind, my heart, my soul.

In another time, a life we are no longer living, yet we're feeling more deeply with each passing day.

Time stands still and in this moment, this very moment, we'll find peace, love, hope and desire.

Your touch soothes my soul, setting fire to the dwindling flame that fights to exist within me.

Our breath threatens to extinguish the flame; our passions fight to keep it burning. Nothing can save us and in reality, is this something worth saving?

Be real. Be truth. Be strong.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Truth Time.



Falling down the rabbit hole is a rush. Walls zoomed past as I saw him; I couldn't think or speak... and I most certainly could not look him in the eye.

From that moment when we'd met, it was something I'd never felt; as if I'd known him my entire life. He could see through the bull shit, into my very core. Undeniable was the electricity and energy that flowed between us.

He put me in a taxi at the end of the night; I knew it would not be the last time I saw him. 
Next time, I wouldn't be going home alone. And I didn't.

The problem with the rabbit hole? It's easy to get in and nearly impossible to make it back out. 

Thursday, May 26, 2011

One Hot Second

photo courtesy of: Wendy Bevan

Work, friends, secret identities... and men; the usual suspects created a barrier that I couldn't seem to break. Before I realized, New York Fashion Week was over. The magazine editors, accompanied by far too many members of the blogosphere, threw back tiny glass-bottles of Russian vodka, while en route to London Town. Winter in the city seemed never-ending and yet somehow, felt like it had flown by.

The 'modern woman' I am most certainly not. How anyone is able to successfully manage both their work and personal life boggles the mind. Busy with a hundred-million projects, my life seemed to slip through the cracks. With 18-hour days prepping for shoots, shows and whatever else, there was little desire or energy to make it out for a nightcap, let alone anything else I was desiring, including sex.

Working weeks without a break, I'd spend my one day off sleeping more consecutive hours than imaginable. This was not the life I was used to living and these were most certainly not the days of tanning poolside at the Thompson; laptop open with an iced coffee and/or cocktail in hand.

What's a 'Chloe' to do...?

Monday, December 6, 2010

Singing In The Rain



All good things must come to an end; and like all big storms, this one started with just one raindrop.

In a moment of weakness I text messaged The Britt; was his interest in me was purely physical, or did he wanted more? He’d been sending rather mixed messages for 3 weeks now and, never one to play games, I needed to know where we stood. In his ever-evasive English way, rather than answer me, he called and we chatted about everything other than sex. I guess that means he wants more…?

Arriving in Miami was a breath of fresh air, all puns intended. Although I was there for work, it was still a relief from the stress of the past few months. Very unexpectedly The Ex emailed me advising he would be in New York ‘very, very soon.’ Lovely, as I had just left.

Fortunately or unfortunately (no one really knows) I would be returning to the city the same day The Ex was to arrive. Through our classic witty banter I learn he is no longer with his girlfriend… and through chatting with my ever-gossiping Mum, discover he has informed his mother that he is coming to New York is to visit me. Okay…?

Miami had me running from party to show and back again, but it was not lost on me that The Artist must be there somewhere; which is exactly when I received his text. Later that night we crossed paths at The Interview Mag party at The Delano. He looked unbelievably hot and I was dying to get my hands on him.

Apparently he felt the same, because at 2AM with ditched our friends for wild sex in his penthouse apartment on the water. The Artist was just as rough as I remembered and even more hungry. His hands and teeth left more than his usual mark, making for a slightly awkward day, laying poolside. My nipples were seriously bruised and I wasn’t exactly sure how I would explain that to The Britt, should he ever call me again.

Just when I thought that nothing else could possibly arise, I received an email that was long overdue. The Photographer, the first man I’d been with after The Ex, my first ‘friend’ in New York; we’d been through so much, yet nothing at all over the past 2 ½ years. To be honest, I never thought things would have carried on this far.

It was strange to find myself happy reading his thoughtfully crafted note; he may have been more surprised by my response than I was. “I am so proud of you,” pushing the buttons on my blackberry I told him I would always be there for him as his friend.

Since the moment we met I knew he was lost; finally he'd caught up to speed and wanted to do something about it. I only want the best for him, so of course, even though hot tears rolled down my cheeks, I was happy for him. My tears were selfish; I knew we would never really be friends and it broke a tiny piece of my heart to lose someone like him.

Back to The Delano for my last Miami dinner, The Britt called my mobile. Caught off guard and completely surprised, I answered. I think this really could be something after all.

They say there is a calm before the storm; perhaps I was just too busy with the pace of the city to have noticed it. 

Friday, November 26, 2010

Two Hearts Beating: Together?



After reading, The Decline of Men by noted author, journalist and entrepreneur, Guy Garcia, I took a long sip of my wine and let it sink in. Feminism was never about becoming greater than men, it was about becoming their equal; somewhere along the line, the rise of female success had led men to feel inadequate.

I could not help but feel a twinge of depression, did this mean that I would never find my partner in crime? Was all hope of finding my equal now lost? The only thing I could do was track Mr. Garcia down and find out; was all hope lost, or would men eventually be able to find a new sense of self?

His answer? A little from column 'A' and a little from column 'B'.


Chloe: As a male journalist specializing in socio-economic market research, what is the most notable shift you’ve witnessed, since the start of your career in the early 80’s, in terms of female attitude and behavior?    

Guy Garcia: Female attitude and behavior has become more complex as women continue to rise as a gender. Their options in education, work and social life continue to expand, which has made their lives more fulfilling but also more complicated. As men’s social and employment options shrink, women are more and more likely to be a co-income contributor, or increasingly, the main breadwinner. As women become better educated and financially independent, the pool of men that they respect or deem worthy of being with will continue to shrink.


C: As per your novel, The Decline of Men, women have a better success rate when it comes to our modern day social structures (ironic as I believe it was men who created these norms). Do you feel that young men are doomed to be less successful than their female counterparts? Or is it the late 30 and 40 year old's of today who will fall victim to the societal changes of women? 

GG: First of all, The Decline of Men is non-fiction business/sociology. It’s true that women are better suited for the 21st century economy, which favors communication and people skills that give women an innate edge over men. In 2010, women outnumbered men in the workforce for the first time in U.S. history. Also, with women making up more than 60% of all college students in America, it’s only a matter of time before women pull ahead of men in terms of overall earning power. It is indeed ironic that the socio-economic structures that men built—and the very machines that make their muscles irrelevant and obsolete—no longer favor the male gender. The traditional definition of males and why they matter is obsolete and as a society we are still groping for what will replace it.


C: Men like the idea of me, but most don’t really like me. As a young, modern woman, my bold sexual presence excites men at first, but tends to leave them feeling disappointed later. Do you see men and women ever hitting equilibrium? Why does society tend to put us against each other?

GG: Society still tells men that they should be dominant, strong, decisive, etc.  In the workplace and public life, women were in a supportive role, although the female rule of domestic life had its own power. Now women are competing with men for jobs and socio-political clout, yet men have not replaced women as the domestic decider, which includes most household purchases.  Nowadays it’s little girls who are told they should grow up to be fearless, strong, smart, financially independent; as a gender they are in ascent, even as males stall or decline. Men will always be physically attracted to females, but their role in the relationship is no longer so clear. Some guys are ok in the supportive role, other are not. Some women are ok with men that are tame and submissive, but women of all ages complain to me that they can’t find “real guys.”  Guys used to use money and power to lure and impress women, now they use Axe and shave their bodies.  Leveraging physical attractiveness to balance power with the opposite sex is a strategy that men have learned from women.  A lot of young guys aren’t sure they can afford to pick up the dinner tab, let alone support a wife and family. As a result, the gratification of immediate pleasure replaces the rewards of long-term commitment.


C: From an early age the discussion of career and family seems to play a role in the conversations of young girls. Will society reach a point where both men and women will have the ‘choice’ to stay home with the kids or work, and why?

GG: Men are staying home now, but it’s not to raise the kids, it’s because they lost their jobs. In Sweden, the government is mandating maternity leave—paternity leave?—for men.  As women take on more demanding jobs we’ll see more gender-neutral flexibility in the workforce, but the percentage of guys who willingly take on roles previously delegated to women is still very small.  For now many women find themselves doing the work of both genders: holding down a job – and still making dinner, cleaning the house and making sure the kids have clean clothes for school, etc.  Telling guys that they are now free to be housewives is not very liberating; until a truly new definition of masculinity evolves to replace the outdated one, you’re going to see more male confusion, resentment and disengagement.


C: Do you believe that the future success of men is directly linked to the success of women? Or is the ‘decline of men’ a much larger statement about my generation as a whole?

GG: Men and women are inextricably linked. Their fates and desires are intertwined and always will be. Treating the genders as two separate entities misses the point. Half the population slacking off, losing its way and falling behind is a problem for society as a whole, and the solution will come only from men and women facing the facts and redefining the future together. The interesting question to me is: as women replace men in the upper echelons, will they keep the structures and systems built by males or transform them into something completely new and different?

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Meet The Men of So I Met This Guy...

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Everything you ever wanted to know about The Men in my life, can be discovered through our lusty affairs... Enjoy.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Are You Chloe?



Chloe is an educated, hard working, loving, sexual creature; who takes pride in everything she does.

She is the woman who defies expectations and societal norms in exchange for what feels right to her. She doesn’t judge others.

Chloe knows how to make herself happy and doesn't rely on others to enjoy life.

Chloe doesn't let the fear of failing stand in her way. She wants successes for herself and those around her.

Chloe takes the time to find the beauty in everyday. She knows loneliness and chose to fulfill herself, rather than wait for someone else to please her.

She wants to find her partner in crime, someone to push her to be the best she can; someone who she can push to be their best. The couple that no one can take their eyes off of because they make each other even better.

Chloe doesn't want everlasting passionate love, she wants someone who she respects and in turn who respects her. For Chloe, the most important thing is mutual respect and admiration

Chloe is the ability to be true to yourself, she is the voice of this generation, the marker of something much bigger. She is the new woman.

Chloe is the answer to the 'Sex and The City' generation before us.

Chloe is not only me, she is YOU.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Best Dressed: America's New 'IT' Color

Every click of a link, or flip of the magazine page we are bombarded with yet another, "BEST DRESSED" list and Vogue.com is no exception. Let's be real for .2 seconds; 'best dressed' has nothing to do with style and everything to do with status and fame.


Point in case, today on Vogue.com 'Best Dressed'; Lady Gaga ahead by 3000 votes, followed by Blake Lively (aka Gossip Girl) who's ahead by 600. Fashion darlings Alexa Chung and Liya Kebede are far more chic than say, M. Obama, yet trail way behind due to their lower celebrity ranking. 

Perhaps IMDB should get their star meter rankings from the best dressed lists? The only purpose for these seemingly useless polls is to allow readers to feel like their opinions matters. Listen, if your opinion actually mattered you'd be writing for the magazine, not reading it for tips on, 'How to Wear Red: Fall's IT Color'.

P.S. Fall 2010 is about the high-waisted, wide leg pant. Just saying.    

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Picture 'Perfect'

I can't help but go crazy for artist, Michelle Thompson. Her combination of imagery, color, use of line and space, creates dynamic, three-dimensional visuals. Each piece poses a reflective and thoughtful answer to the questions about our society today. For your viewing pleasure, I've included a few of my favorites. (Anyone wanting to get me a holiday gift, I'll take one of each.) 




















Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Mark My Word



You know he's good when it leaves a mark.

I could tell from the first time we’d fucked that he loved sex; though it appeared he’d never been with a woman who was open to exploring it. All that was about to change. 

The Brit and I had been between the sheets for hours, yet somehow I was craving more. We lay naked, our breath heavy and slow. I reached across his chest and dragged my nails over his skin. He was taken with me in every way, but most especially how I pushed him to explore sex. The Brit would spank me, and I could see his excitement rise. He’d grab my neck and squeeze tightly; he later confessed he’d never that done before, and how much he liked it.

I was half way out the door when I felt his hands on my waist. The Brit lifted me onto his kitchen table, pulled my lace La Perla thong to the side and devoured me, again. He ripped off the lace using his teeth and slid himself inside me, taking me harder than ever before. It felt amazing and even though I was going to be so late for drinks, I wanted him to keep going.

Pulling me off the table, he bent me over the grey leather couch. Ass in the air, he continued to work me until I let go.

I woke up the next morning with giant blue and purple marks across my lower back… If we were going to keep fucking in the kitchen, he was going to have to invest in a new table.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Give It To Me



Have you ever wanted a hand guided tour of your man's main squeeze? Well Coco De Mer wants to give you step by step guided instructions and SHOW you the way around.

This Monday, November 15th at 7PM Coco De Mer brings you their in-store salon, 'Playing His Flute Skin' where you can watch and learn exactly how to send your man up and over the edge of ecstasy.

For beginners and experts alike; I can think of no better way to spend a Monday night in... 

Just Can't Get Enough



Sexual Compulsives Anonymous (SCA) has devised a master list of 20, yes or no, questions to see if you are sexually compulsive (A.K.A a sex addict). I found myself saying, 'Yes' to numbers 4 & 5... Let's see how sexually addicted you are.

According to the SCA, answering, 'Yes' to 3 or more questions means they might just need to tie you up; but let's be honest, who doesn't like being tied up every now and again?

The Twenty Questions

  1. Do you frequently experience remorse, depression, or guilt about your sexual activity?
  2. Do you feel your sexual drive and activity is getting out of control? Have you repeatedly tried to stop or reduce certain sexual behaviors, but inevitably you could not?
  3. Are you unable to resist sexual advances, or turn down sexual propositions when offered?
  4. Do you use sex to escape from uncomfortable feelings such as anxiety, fear, anger, resentment, guilt, etc. which seem to disappear when the sexual obsession starts?
  5. Do you spend excessive time obsessing about sex or engaged in sexual activity?
  6. Have you neglected your family, friends, spouse or relationship because of the time you spend in sexual activity?
  7. Do your sexual pursuits interfere with your work or professional development?
  8. Is your sexual life secretive, a source of shame, and not in keeping with your values? Do you lie to others to cover up your sexual activity?
  9. Are you afraid of sex? Do you avoid romantic and sexual relationships with others and restrict your sexual activity to fantasy, masturbation, and solitary or anonymous activity?
  10. Are you increasingly unable to perform sexually without other stimuli such as pornography, videos, "poppers," drugs/alcohol, "toys," etc.?
  11. Do you have to resort increasingly to abusive, humiliating, or painful sexual fantasies or behaviors to get sexually aroused?
  12. Has your sexual activity prevented you from developing a close, loving relationship with a partner? Or, have you developed a pattern of intense romantic or sexual relationships that never seem to last once the excitement wears off?
  13. Do you only have anonymous sex or one-night stands? Do you usually want to get away from your sexual partner after the encounter?
  14. Do you have sex with people with whom you normally would not associate?
  15. Do you frequent clubs, bars, adult bookstores, restrooms, parks and other public places in search of sexual partners?
  16. Have you ever been arrested or placed yourself in legal jeopardy for your sexual activity?
  17. Have you ever risked your physical health with exposure to sexually transmitted diseases by engaging in "unsafe" sexual activity?
  18. Has the money you spent on pornography, videos, phone sex, or hustlers/prostitutes strained your financial resources?
  19. Have people you trust expressed concern about your sexual activity?
  20. Does life seem meaningless and hopeless without a romantic or sexual relationship?

Thursday, November 11, 2010

NYC Branded Fucking; Push The Power Button



You can fuck 'NYC' approved... while supplies last.

A friendly neighborhood reminder that New Yorkers have 'the power' to prevent unwanted pregnancy and sexually transmitted infections by, "pushing the power button" the newly chosen symbol found on each and everyone of the 10,000 FREE condoms the city will give out to honor the new design.

Power button-wrapped condoms can be found in your neighborhood nail salons, barbershops, bars and restaurants starting in mid-November, so get keep your eyes peeled starting NOW to score some. 

For questions on how to find these little treats, or questions on practicing safe sex, New Yorkers can call 311 or visit nyc.gov

Stay clean. -- Chloe xx