adventures of mascarah.

I've just begun a new decade. Sigh.

I have always wanted to be "a writer" but I'm lost somewhere in the prologue...whittling away at a story I may never tell.

Likes: pop culture. my chihuahua. architecture. modern art. elizabeth street. contemporary designer apparel. food. travel. foreign films. speakeasys. live music. politics. hot sauce. surprises. running in the rain. strangers. wednesdays. fearlessness...and 100s of other random things... maybe even you.

A southerner by birth, northerner by the grace of God, I'm simply a nyc gal who is lost somewhere on my constant exploration of the city and the life,love, and pursuit found within it.

If you are so inclined... sap {at} lifelovepursuit.com

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I always tell people I’m trying to convert to Mad Men (not that this is hard these days) about this scene…attempting not to give too much away, I try to explain to them how amazing this moment is. Not a surprise to me that last night at the Emmys, for Peggy’s nomination they showed this scene (part of it).

I still believe this quote from this scene might be the best in Mad Men’s brilliant writing history:

Well one day you’re there and then all of a sudden there’s less of you. And you wonder where that part went…if its living somewhere ,outside of you, and you keep thinking ‘maybe you’ll get it back’ and then you realize, its just gone.

Anyone have a better one?