Monthly Archives: January 2012
Besides its breathtaking architecture, Chicago is also a desirable destination for foodies, culture snobs and fashion lovers. My brothers and I stormed the town for the authentic deep-dish pie while soaking in the art as well as opened up our wallets to the Magnificent Mile and finished up with the humor of Second City. All in all, a good time was had by all!
I’m wearing a Madewell skirt, vintage YSL scarf, Marc Jacobs bag, BCBG jacket, and Uniqlo sweater.
The city of spectacular cement and iron, that inspires lingering soul melodies and crafts personalities of fame and infamy. Chicago clutches you by the throat with steel structures but holds on to you with salted tenderness. Some may call it the second city, but it will always be my first.
As you hover in the rarefied Chicago air, enjoy this poem by my all-time favorite Chicago poet, Carl Sandburg
HOG Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation’s Freight Handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling,
City of the Big Shoulders:
They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I
have seen your painted women under the gas lamps
luring the farm boys.
And they tell me you are crooked and I answer: Yes, it
is true I have seen the gunman kill and go free to
And they tell me you are brutal and my reply is: On the
faces of women and children I have seen the marks
of wanton hunger.
And having answered so I turn once more to those who
sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer
and say to them:
Come and show me another city with lifted head singing
so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
Flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on
job, here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the
little soft cities;
Fierce as a dog with tongue lapping for action, cunning
as a savage pitted against the wilderness,
Building, breaking, rebuilding,
Under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with
Under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young
Laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has
never lost a battle,
Bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse.
and under his ribs the heart of the people,
Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of
Youth, half-naked, sweating, proud to be Hog
Butcher, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with
Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation.