Wonder Wheel

American Apparel high-waisted bikini, bindi from a recent trip to India, mod costume sunglasses

Coney Island is a magical world filled with carnival food, amusement park rides, board walk skater dudes, beach bums and, um, THE BEACH, wherein you forget you’re even in New York City. Although they keep updating the rides and restaurants, there’s still an old movie vibe that stays the same every time I go back. My grandma once told me that one of her favorite things about being a teenager in New York was Coney Island, and the one time she got the courage to go on the tall swing ride (it’s the one behind me in the photo above), she lost her sandals. I always think about her version of New York when I am there. 

There were these amazing posters advertising fireworks that looked like they could have been made on Mad Men, all over the Coney Island boardwalk. 

We turned Jasper into the Sandman.

To keep up with the retro beach vibes (and our grumbling stomachs) my friends and I stopped at the “official” candy apple store on Coney Island. All this time I’ve been having caramel apples, without ever realizing there are candied apples out there glazed in sugary ruby-red goodness! I tried the one with the rainbow sprinkles to the left, making sure that it wasn’t poisoned by any evil queens first.

Everything in Coney Island looks like a postcard.

The Dragon Tales

The Wonder Wheel isn’t your typical ferris wheel. The cars swish back and forth all the way to the highest point of the park. And it would’ve been really scary/fun had we not gotten in the white car. The white car operates on a completely separate track from the rest of the ride and stays stationary the entire time. But maybe the white car was the real ride; the psychological torture as we kept thinking “when is this thing going to start moving???” had us screaming enough. 

Scream Movie 5

The movie Big would have been so much better if instead of Zoltar predicting fortunes, it was Grandma. 

Zoe and Emily comparing Polaroids

There are all of these painted trash cans on the Coney Island boardwalk. Each one is its own unique little art piece. There are so many of them, that I bet if you took an aerial view of the peninsula they’d look like lots of polka-dots.  

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