The Musings of a Boho Girl

bōˈhēmēən (noun) 1. a free spirit ; 2. a writer; 3. an explorer of the Avant-Garde.

Tag: New York City

The Ballad of Sexual Dependency

“The Ballad of Sexual Dependency is the diary I let people read.”

–Nan Goldin

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I sat in a dark room at the MoMA and watched a slideshow of nearly 700 snapshots. The Ballad of Sexual Dependency is a visual diary that chronicles Nan Goldin’s and her friends bohemian lives. Goldin moved to the Bowery after earning a degree in fine arts from the School of the Museum of Fine Arts Boston. In New York, she began documenting herself and those around her. Many of Goldin’s friends died of overdoses and AIDS. What’s striking about Goldin’s slideshow is how the music encapsulated every image.

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My Stay at The Carlyle Hotel

New York City is a special place so instead of reviewing a book I decided to write about my recent trip in three posts. Travelling is a bit of an issue because I have Celiac Disease, which is an intolerance to gluten. Usually I find out exactly what restaurants and cafes can accommodate my diet, I’ve found that restaurants often state they have gluten free options when, in fact, it’s a vegan option. There was one gluten free restaurant that I loved and visited every time I was in NYC: Risotteria. It closed lost year. I’ll miss that place forever.


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Review: The Lonely City by Olivia Laing



“Falling apart, falling forever, never resuming vitality, becoming locked in perpetuity into the cell of solitary confinement, in which a sense of reality, of boundedness, is rapidly eroded: these are the consequences of separation, its bitter fruit.” — Olivia Laing

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Truman Capote’s Holly Golightly

“To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it’s about, but the inner music that words make.” — Truman Capote

For a few brief years we existed at the same time, we breathed the same air and we lived. I didn’t know who Truman Capote was nor did I feel the impact of his death in 1984; I was a toddler. Capote was a brilliant literary figure with limitless talents and he knew himself in a way that most people never would. I’m still in awe that we were on earth at the same time.

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