Remember how we told you Jillian's new show, "Losing It with Jillian," was supposed to showcase her softer side? The video evidence is in, and Jillian's "softer side" appears to be a maniacal bully who taunts and beats her victims till they cry, at which point she swoops in and creepily pats their cheeks and whispers about action plans while NBC cues touching instrumentals. I feel like I need to shuttle her victim to a battered women's shelter STAT.
Most fitness DVDs imitate the group exercise experience. There's a teacher and students, and you're just another class member, except you're in your living room. But not the Exhale Core Fusion Body Sculpt DVD. This DVD has no teacher. Or rather, it has two teachers, Elisabeth Halfpapp and Fred DeVito, the co-founders of Exhale's Core Fusion program, but neither of them talk onscreen. Each takes a turn giving disembodied, off-screen voiceover directions while onscreen their bodies silently carry out the commands. It's like eerie puppet theater. You'd think it might help that their own voices are bossing their bodies around, but the division-of-the-self effect actually makes it weirder. I'm not sure what the DVD's producers hoped to accomplish with this "innovation," but I really hope this isn't the start of a fitness DVD voiceover trend.
Wherein Sasha P-R writes in from Los Angeles with the down low on a hot new class... -The Eds.
Walking into a dance studio in Los Angeles often feels like stumbling onto the set of Fame. Everyone’s got leg warmers, jazz shoes and sexy-sporty dance pants. Choreography blows by you at break neck pace, but your fellow classmates bust moves like they’re in a Janet Jackson video. Looking around, you realize that most of them are, and/or they are a member of the Pussycat Dolls. And all you wanted was a little cardio.
There is one increasingly hot dance hub in L.A., however, that's got your back if you're a mere mortal. Appropriately enough, it's called Your Neighborhood Studio. YNS is across the street from Smashbox Studios, in the old home of Debbie Allen’s dance academy, and it's keeping the faith with the motto, “When in doubt—dance!" The studio offers the full gamut of classes, incuding ballet, jazz, hip hop, and modern, as well as burlesque, street tap, Bollywood, and "strip hop." BUT, arguably the most popular class on the schedule goes down at 9:30 A.M. on Saturday mornings....
Long, long ago, in a land called June my commercial agent called me and said, “Hey Kim, you’ve got an audition Friday.”
“Great.” I said, “What for?”
“Diet pill campaign. Listen, you need to wear a bikini.”
Outwardly, I said, “Okay, no problem.” Inwardly, I said, “Fuck.”More...
Here's a promising equation: Brooklyn + donation-based yoga + Dharma Mittra. Thanks to Brooklyn Based (by way of Llaves) for the tipoff that Dharma Yoga Brooklyn will open in Park Slope this Saturday. For those not in the loop, donation-based yoga is hottish at the moment thanks to the success of places like Yoga to the People. Meanwhile, Dharma Mittra has been hot for 25 years. At 70, the man still puts most 30-nothing yogis to shame. He's the dude on the famous poster "Master Chart of 908 Postures," and his tiny studio on Gramercy attracts a hardcore crowd. (If you're not hitting handstand when you jump back to chataranga, you're in the minority.) The new studio will be run by Dharma Mittra's students, Lily Cushmen and Jeremy Frindel. Park Slopers should expect a tough, authentic pratice — likely more rigorous than YTTP. They should also expect to feel just right about the price. Grand Opening this Saturday with lots of fun yogi activiities, like a full day of chanting and a silent auction.
Calling all Social Workouters in New York! As you may have heard by now, our friends at Flavorpill and Virayoga are producing the largest yoga class in history. 10,000 people on the Great Lawn in Central Park on June 22nd. If you're East of the Mississippi, drop whatever other plans you had for that Tuesday evening, and join us. It's going to be epic: Four hours of music, 20 live performances, and one unforgettable yoga class. Tickets are free, and come with a free yoga mat, but you must reserve your spot.)
All this is WAY up our alley, of course, and we'll actually be helping out at the event. Our job is to corral the 100-plus local yoga studios who are coming out to adjust the masses, and we plan to take this very seriously. And this is why we need your help....More...
New Jersey housewife Ann Kelly and Bruce Springsteen's affair "began with chitchats on the treadmills at a high-priced Red Bank, NJ, gym." So begins the sordid tale of the Boss's recent affair in today's New York Post. He stood at the end of her treadmill when she ran and told her she had the best ass in the gym. She posted her friends as lookouts and instructed them to call her whenever Springsteen was at the gym. Next thing you know, she's getting breast implants and he's giving her front row tickets to rehearsals. Sadly, Ann's husband Arthur didn't really enjoy that. But in the end, it all came back to the gym. "The breaking point in the marriage allegedly came when Arthur told Ann a witness had spotted her kissing Springsteen in the parking lot of their gym." Lesson: Unclear, though their gym, the Atlantic Club, looks nice.
For many of us, the gym is a sanctuary. But at Faith Gym, the gym is literally a sanctuary. Al Horvath, the owner of Faith Gym, took out the pews in an old Methodist church in northeast Ohio, left all the original stained glass windows, added some new murals (mostly biblical -- David and Goliath, Samson and Delilah -- but also some superhero themes, notably Superman) and opened the doors for business....More...
Pause for a split second. Now say what you wanted to say – clearly, concisely, and artfully. Within that tiny suspended moment, your breath shifts, your thoughts coalesce, your mind hovers between this and that, now and then, and finally chooses its self-expression. That moment contains a particular power. Its name is Bagalamukhi.More...
There's a boatload of free fitness fabulousness going on in NYC this summer, and we've compiled it all in one handy place. Behold:
- Yoga on the Great Lawn, Tuesday, June 22nd, 6-7 P.M., World's largest ever yoga class (10,000 people!) the Great Lawn, Central Park. Register at Flavorpill.com/yoga.
- Zumba in Herald Square, Thursdays, 6-7 P.M., through September 30th. Class participation gets you a free three-day pass to NYSC, which you can use for your clean-up shower.
A little over a year ago, my life was different. I scrambled out of the house every morning in the dark, threw on mascara in the backseat of a cab, and made my way to the mayhem of the trading floor. Now, I wake up, throw on some Lululemon, and head to a yoga mat. You may recall, I'm the one who went to a yoga class, skeptical, at the suggestion of my annoyingly skinny boyfriend, and then promptly quit my job on Wall Street to open my own yoga studio, I.AM.YOU. on Mulberry Street. Well, Oliver asked me to give the Year One retrospective, and so I've compiled the lows, the highs, and the small miracles....
First, the numbers. In the last 15 months, I've taught 91 classes to 4,000 students across six different countries, with 40 original music mixes. I've hand washed 4,500 mats, and hand folded 5,000 towels. I've done 1,680 pounds of mat dry cleaning, and mopped up about 100 gallons of sweat, maybe more. It's more than I ever thought possible, and it makes me smile.More...
The various food-related feats of the New Year's Edition challenge, i.e. Sugar-Free, Swap Meat, Go Fish, Locavore, Whole Grainy, and Home Food, take some planning. But your fellow challengers are on it. Steal their recipes, even the weird ones like Psteiner's mustard and Laughing Cow wrap:
- Volcane09's poached eggs and dark rye sourdough breakfast
- NatalieRios26's whole wheat pitas with grilled chicken, feta, and greens
- Psteiner's bell pepper, dijon, Laughing Cow spinach wrap
- Za's scallops, white beans, and grape tomatoes dinner
- Gleam's apple oatmeal and wheat berry breakfast.
Last we checked in with Tracy Anderson, she was getting sued by her ex husband and breaking up with Madonna. Well, today begins the counter-offensive, courtesy of Gwyneth, who has rallied a crew of celebrity buddies — Courtney Cox, Donna Karan, and Kristen Davis, among others — to give Tracy testimonials in the latest issue of Goop. Gwyneth also includes the following down-homey video of Tracy demonstrating a Tracy workout; which workout, G. says, she "did every day preparing for Iron Man," and which apparently solved her "batwing problem." TMI?! The workout looks sort of sexy and fun. It also looks like Tracy is desperately trying to communicate, via erratic arm waving, with a visiting space alien. Given that she's got mirrors on all sides, that may not be far from the truth. Oh snap!
Listen, Jillian Michaels can kick your mutha-effin ass. She just won’t do it in her new book, Master Your Metabolism, which is the same diet-diatribe, different hook. I read diet books like they’re novels. You may find this weird, but I find them exciting and entertaining, and accept them as complete fiction. Jillian Michaels book fits the bill. The hook in this one is hormones. Doesn’t it sounds sexy and scientific?More...
Dog trainer Victoria Stilwell is the host of Animal Planet's series "It's Me or the Dog." Her insights and advice for positive, reward-based dog training can be found on Positively.com.
We have a chocolate lab, and having a dog you have to exercise, because you have to exercise your dog every day. It's not fair if you don't. And that's a great thing. Even if I don't feel like it, I have to go, and then of course after I've finished my walk, I feel great.More...
Phillip Kyle-Askew looks a little like the mysterious cowboy in David Lynch’s Mulholland Drive -- he's lithe, bald, and prone to wearing jeans in class. The crowd awaiting his yoga class, however, was my first clue that he was something more than the usual sexy David Barton instructor. The second was how I wept during the very first pose: He started us at the wall, facing out, with one knee at the juncture of wall and wood floor, the other bent in front. We leaned forward, then back, with our butts pinned to wall, achieving murderous quad stretches.