Avalon Ashley Bellos

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CaringKind hosted its 29th annual Forget-Me-Not Gala—a night that shimmered with both elegance and emotional gravity. This was not merely a fundraiser; it was a communion of grief, resilience, and luminous humanity. On June 9, under the celestial arches of Cipriani 42nd Street, CaringKind hosted its 29th annual Forget-Me-Not Gala—a night that shimmered with both elegance and emotional gravity. This was not merely a fundraiser; it was a communion of grief, resilience, and luminous humanity.

1 day ago | amny.com | Avalon Ashley Bellos

Surrealism—magical, disorienting, otherworldly—has always whispered like a forgotten spell across the fabric of time. René Magritte, that precise sorcerer, wove into the very DNA of the surreal its most primal, strange magic. His paintings were not just images; they were portals, windows through which the ordinary became extraordinary, where the everyday could no longer be trusted. To gaze into Magritte’s work was to confront the sublime within the mundane.

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The room was all glass and gravity at the Seagram Building—designed for titans, haunted by legends—and on this particular June evening, it shimmered with something else entirely: remembrance. Not the soft kind whispered in chapels, but a gleaming, unapologetic celebration of a man who demanded brilliance in all its forms. To honor Tony is to step into a current of elevated intellect and cultural legacy, a current not meant for the faint of heart or the aesthetically indifferent.

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Friday Jones does not walk into a room—she erupts. She arrives like a siren conjured from myth, dressed in sacred rebellion and electric sensuality. Once known for her high-profile tattoo clientele and renegade precision with a needle, Jones now occupies a new dimension of power as a visual artist, spiritual cartographer, and feminist firebrand. Her evolution from the inky sanctum of private studios to the luminous walls of gallery spaces is not merely a career pivot.

2 weeks ago | amny.com | Avalon Ashley Bellos

The Alderman—a restaurant tucked within the Motto by Hilton on West 48th Street in Midtown—does something radical in this neon-drenched corridor: it delivers taste without pretense. Midtown rarely makes space for subtlety. It screams in marquees, sells itself in LED, and traffics in spectacle.