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		<title>Blake Mycoskie Saves The World, Step By Step.</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[There are men you admire, and there are ones you envy—like those young, good-looking guys who get to spend their time traveling the world. Blake Mycoskie, the 32-year-old founder of TOMS Shoes, is both. Two years after he launched his footwear line, TOMS (short for “Tomorrow”), the practical shoes can be seen on every ecologically [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img class="alignright size-full wp-image-620" title="blake" src="http://gilliantelling.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/blake.jpg" alt="blake" width="300" height="359" /><span class="drop">T</span>here are men you admire, and there are ones you envy—like those young, good-looking guys who get to spend their time traveling the world. Blake Mycoskie, the 32-year-old founder of TOMS Shoes, is both. Two years after he launched his footwear line, TOMS (short for “Tomorrow”), the practical shoes can be seen on every ecologically minded Californian surfer (and wannabe surfer) on the beach, as well as on poor children around the world. Mycoskie himself can be seen jetting around to deliver them, while trendy boutiques sell his line like hotcakes. His mission is simple: to run a company that’s not only profitable but charitable. For every pair of TOMS sold, a pair is donated to a child in need.</p>
<p>Mycoskie, an “Amazing Race: 2” contestant who fell four minutes short of winning the million-dollar prize, decided to relieve his sorrows by traveling back to the places he’d seen on the show. While hanging out in Argentina a few years ago, he saw volunteers collecting ratty old shoes in Buenos Aires for people in poor villages who suffered from wounds and infections because they had nothing to put on their feet. Mycoskie decided to tag along on one of the volunteer missions, and he witnessed the desperate need firsthand. He also noticed that the polo players he was hanging out with were wearing alpargatas—rope-soled canvas slip-ons that sheep-farmers had been wearing for hundreds of years. He thought the shoes were cool enough that he could sell them to boutiques in L.A. (where they now retail for between $42 and $98 a pair). With the profits, he would donate new shoes to kids in the villages. That’s how his “One for One” program was born.</p>
<p>In 2006, Mycoskie did his first TOMS shoe drop, donating 10,000 pairs in the Argentine village where he was first inspired. Through word of mouth and top placement in stores like Kitson and Bloomingdale’s, his retail business exploded. To date, the company has donated more than 115,000 pairs of shoes in Argentina, Ethiopia, South Africa and the U.S. Mycoskie has plans to do similar work this year in Haiti with the help of the Clinton Global Initiative. His goal for 2009 is to put 300,000 pairs of TOMS on kids’ feet around the world.</p>
<p><strong>HEMISPHERES: What do you remember about your first shoe drop? How did the children in the village react?</strong></p>
<p><strong>BLAKE MYCOSKIE:</strong> I remember it like it was yesterday. It was the same village [in Argentina] I initially went to, and I’d told them I wanted to return and bring 250 pairs back with me. They didn’t believe I’d ever come through, but we did. I immediately knew it was something I really wanted to continue doing and make succeed in the coming years.</p>
<p><strong>What’s been the most memorable thing about this venture?</strong></p>
<p>Seeing the children in these cripplingly poor villages has taught me a lot about life. They don’t have any possessions or running water, yet they’re so happy. It’s a very interesting study, to see how they can be so full of joy with so little. During our first shoe-drop, three boys took me to a field where they loved to play soccer. It was full of rocks and glass, and they’d been playing there barefoot for years. When they got the shoes, they were so excited that playing soccer would now be easier, and they’d finally have some speed.</p>
<p><strong>What’s next for TOMS?</strong></p>
<p>The company is built on a passion to give, and so our primary goal is to continue the mission of helping others. I want to expand our One for One business model to other products and services. But in the meantime, I also want to improve the fit and comfort of our shoes and expand into other styles. I honestly believe we can become a successful footwear company worldwide, and one day give a million shoes to children in need.</p>
<p><strong>You also have a tour program?</strong></p>
<p>TOMS Tours was created as a fun and exciting way to invite our consumers to participate in the mission and witness the One for One model firsthand. I believe life should be about charity as well as fun. So on these tours you spend five days in Argentina visiting villages in need and bringing new shoes to them, and then three days immersing yourself in the culture—we do wine tasting in Mendoza, polo lessons in Buenos Aires and hiking to Iguazu Falls.<br />
A pair of TOMS</p>
<p><strong>How often do you wear the shoes yourself ?</strong></p>
<p>I live in California, so I wear them every day. It’s great not having to go to the office in a suit. All of my employees are able to express their own personal style and work in a relaxed, comfortable environment. I love it.</p>
<p><strong>What do you do in your free time?</strong></p>
<p>It’s pretty rare for me to even have free time. But when I do, it’s usually spent reading business books so I can learn new and creative ways to run this company. This whole thing started as a project and has since become my life. I can see myself doing this forever.</p>
<p><strong>Any advice for other entrepreneurs looking to start a similar charitable venture?</strong></p>
<p>Create a company you’re excited about. Be passionate about your mission and never lose sight of the bigger picture. Take my word for it—do this, and you’ll never look back or want to work for anyone else.</p>
<p><strong>How do you propose other companies remain charitable while still turning a profit in an economic downturn?</strong></p>
<p>I think a lot of consumers are looking for some kind of added value when they buy things these days, and our One for One model creates a benefactor with every single purchase. So that really supports a continued relationship between the consumer and the company. There’s certainly a value in operating on a match program like ours. I can only hope other companies see that in us, and would consider implementing something similar.</p>
<p><strong>What was it like being a reality TV star?</strong></p>
<p>It was awesome. Of course it was pretty weird at first, but then you kind of forgot the cameras were there. The show exposed me to places I had never seen, and because of that I wound up doing TOMS.</p>
<p>This article was published in United Hemispheres.</p>
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		<title>Around The World, One Bonbon At A Time</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2009 05:36:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In 1990, when I was 13, my dad’s company transferred him to its office in Brussels, Belgium.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span class="drop">I</span>n 1990, when I was 13, my dad’s company transferred him to its office in Brussels, Belgium.<br />
My parents were thrilled about the move, partly because they saw it as a great opportunity to raise their four daughters overseas and introduce us to the world in all its cultural complexity. They thought living abroad might teach us something about life that our suburban existence in Louisville, Kentucky, never could. And they were right—though not in quite the way they’d hoped.<br />
<img class="alignright size-full wp-image-617" title="bonbon" src="http://gilliantelling.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/bonbon.jpg" alt="bonbon" width="300" height="233" />For instance, during our first year abroad, my sister Mary and I took a train to Vienna, Austria, to compete in a swim championship with our new school. When we arrived, our coach gave us three hours to explore the city before meeting up with our host families. Groups of excited kids ran off to check out the churches, giggle at boys and buy postcards of the Alps. Not Mary and me. We had something a bit more appetizing in mind. Looking around the grand central square, we simultaneously spotted the only thing in this beautiful baroque city that held the slightest allure: a candy shop. I grabbed my sister by the hand and we ran for it, scattering pigeons along the way.<br />
It was like stepping into a miniature Willy Wonka factory. Everywhere I looked were bins brimming with multicolored gummies of all shapes and species, boxes of chocolate truffles, crates of Kinder Eggs, and— joy of joys!—an entire corner devoted to black licorice of every variety, including my very favorite kind: a super-salty concoction called salmiakki, which I’d seen only once, on a trip to Helsinki, Finland, the year before.<br />
I placed every Austrian schilling I had on the counter and walked out with a huge cone-shaped bag full of licorice, chocolates, gummies and oversize Toblerone bars. (Back then, Toblerones were the ultimate “I’ve been traveling through the Alps!” souvenir; now a smaller, demystified version is discounted at nearly every big-box store in America.)<br />
While my classmates tromped through the tourist sites, my sister and I sat on a bench outside St. Stephen’s Cathedral, where Mozart was married. (But who cared about Mozart? Was he sweet and edible? Nope.) We ate rhapsodically, our young bloodstreams humming with a dangerous concentration of cane sugar and cacao.<br />
Vienna, we concluded, was awesome.<br />
MY NAME IS GILLIAN, and I am an international candy freak. I have been for as long as I can remember. While most tourists like to experience a city by seeing the sights, eating the signature native dishes or meeting the locals, I go straight for the confections. Every town I visit, in every state, district and province in every country, I make a beeline for the sweet stuff. I’m living proof that it’s possible (though perhaps not recommended) to view the world through lollipop lenses.<br />
As for the cultural stuff that my parents hoped would transform me, like Audrey Hepburn’s Sabrina, into a worldly sophisticate, I was always fairly indifferent. During our seven years in Brussels, we visited Germany, Switzerland, France, Holland, Greece, Austria, England and (all too often) the seemingly pointless country of Luxembourg. We saw castle after castle, trudged through museums large and small, and attended workshops about various local customs, such as how the weavers in Bruges made their lace. Those musty-smelling tapestries and gloomy cathedrals? Ugh.<br />
Nonetheless, we quickly mastered a crucial equation about tourism that made such trips tolerable: Sightseeing means gift shops, and gift shops equal candy. Whether we were sitting through the hellish three hours of Much Ado About Nothing at Shakespeare’s Globe theater in London or watching my parents snap infinite photos of apses and Annunciations, we could generally count on getting a treat to compensate us for our hardship. On a visit to the Louvre, we bolted for the gift shop and loaded up on Stimorol chewing gum, lemon Tic-Tacs and gummies.<br />
“What did you think of the museum?” Mom asked on the drive home.<br />
“Great!” we exclaimed. “They had the coolest frogs!”</p>
<p>Haribo Gummy Frogs represent the summit of my candy obsession, the item against which all other candies are compared. (Once spotted mainly in France and Germany, these lovable amphibians have now, like Toblerone, colonized the States) They are probably also the main culprit in my tooth decay. Every year we lived abroad, we made a summer trip to the States, where our dentist lay in wait with his whirring drill. At last count, I have nearly as many fillings as I have teeth.<br />
We also roamed beyond Europe— broadening our sweets horizon to include even more inscrutable confections. My dad often did business in Africa, so during school breaks we went with him on work trips to places like Egypt, Zimbabwe and Kenya. I’ll never forget visiting the pyramids, but what I remember most clearly about Egypt is the mysterious Arabic scrawl on the M&amp;Ms bags I found in a dusty market in Cairo. I can still practically taste the Chiclets I bought in little packets from kids who swarmed us on the streets of Harare, Zimbabwe, and the intriguing Chupa Chup flavor, chocovanilla, that I spotted in a gas station in Kenya.<br />
When I was 14, we moved to Tokyo and spent a month living out of a hotel, which meant ready access to a gift shop. Tokyo added a whole new twist to my sweets obsession. To start with, Japan is the world capital of strange candy. My sisters and I puzzled over the selections for hours. Was that Sweet Tart–like object a steering wheel or a space ship? A horse or race car? Japanese confectioners are fond of hilarious marketing schemes and seem to possess questionable transliteration skills, so it was often hard to know exactly what we were getting. But who could resist a package proclaiming “Happy Good Choco Fun!” with a koala on the wrapper? Some local flavors (sour plum, for instance, and milk) were too odd even for me. Among my favorites: creamy Chelsea toffees, grape Hi-chews, green tea, cola, lychee and melon gummies, and a sugarcane hard candy that tasted exactly like hardened Karo’s corn syrup.<br />
I’m a grown woman now, and though I can easily purchase all the candy I could choke down, my tastes, thankfully, have matured. I’ve come to learn that we live in a world of consequences—Type 2 diabetes, for instance, and candy-induced obesity, and my own mouthful of vintage fillings that sparkle like tiny metal bonbons when I open wide. My obsessions these days lean toward snowboarding and mountain biking. Occasionally, I’ll indulge my old habits at home or work, but now mostly I’m only tempted when traveling—the cravings perhaps triggered as much by nostalgia as appetite.<br />
Early last summer, my boyfriend and I went to a wedding in a quaint seaside town in Somerset, England. When he suggested we have tea, I spied a candy shop and, almost by reflex, cried, “Scones can wait!” Within minutes, I was dipping a black licorice stick into a tube of tangy sherbet powder and licking the end. In a Proustian flash, I was transported back to a class trip to London when I was a girl, licking the same sherbet powder off the same black licorice stick. Sweet!<br />
I’m often teased about my habit, but I don’t mind. Shopping for local sweets still somehow brings me a more intimate understanding of a foreign place than anything else. There’s something deeply primal about a nation’s confections. They offer clues about the psychology of a place, its particular notions of pleasure and joy and fun. More important, perhaps, is the way such simple indulgences transcend politics and borders. Sweets are universal. Come to think of it, some candy diplomacy might be just the balm for the various conflicts bedeviling the world these days. Anyway, just something to chew on…<br />
A contributor to Rolling Stone, Maxim and Details, Gillian Telling currently owes her dentist $4,000.</p>
<p>This article was published in United Hemispheres.</p>
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		<title>A Chip on the Old Block (May-June 2009)</title>
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Ask any New Yorker who that white-haired man is saying hello to everyone on the corner of 6th Avenue and Bleecker Street in Greenwich Village, and they’ll tell you Silvano Marchetto of course, owner of Da Silvano. The New York institution has been around for 30 years, with Silvano himself at the helm. Now, his [...]]]></description>
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<p><span class="drop">A</span>sk any New Yorker who that white-haired man is saying hello to everyone on the corner of 6th Avenue and Bleecker Street in Greenwich Village, and they’ll tell you Silvano Marchetto of course, owner of Da Silvano. The New York institution has been around for 30 years, with Silvano himself at the helm. Now, his 29-year-old daughter Leyla has opened a restaurant of her own across the street, called Scuderia. </p>
<p><img src="http://gilliantelling.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/fdny-may-09-photo.jpg" alt="fdny-may-09-photo" title="fdny-may-09-photo" width="250" height="199" class="alignright size-full wp-image-614" />“We ﬁgured if there was an open space across from us, we’d rather be our own competition than go head-to-head against anyone else,” says, Leyla, who is making her ﬁrst foray into the business even though she grew up at Da Silvano, rollerskating through it after school and meeting its regular celebrity patrons on a regular basis. </p>
<p>Her partners include Alessandro Bandini, the GM of Da Silvano for 10 years, Fabrizio Sotti, a music producer, and executive chef Claudio Cristofoli who has helmed the kitchens at Cipriani Downtown and Cipriani Hong Kong. Cristofoli brings his Venetian roots to the Northern Italian menu, so expect dishes like grilled rabbit with fried artichokes, and mini pizzas with prosciutto, basil and a soft-fried egg. “Of course, I had to have the perfect burger on the menu,” says Leyla. “The entire menu consists of things I always want to eat.” </p>
<p>SCUDERIA 10 DOWNING ST./ BLEECKER, 212.206.9111</p>
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		<title>Constantine Maroulis Rules.Is.</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 21:28:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I recently saw the totally awesome Rock of Ages on Broadway. I use the phrase &#8220;totally awesome&#8221; not only because it&#8217;s fitting but because the show takes place in the &#8217;80s and the songs are all hair metal band covers. (REO Speedwagon, Styx, Whitesnake etc.) Anyway, Constantine Maroulis (below) is the show&#8217;s star and because [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span class="drop">I</span> recently saw the totally awesome Rock of Ages on Broadway. I use the phrase &#8220;totally awesome&#8221; not only because it&#8217;s fitting but because the show takes place in the &#8217;80s and the songs are all hair metal band covers. (REO Speedwagon, Styx, Whitesnake etc.) Anyway, Constantine Maroulis (below) is the show&#8217;s star and because he was so great in it, we interviewed him for the upcoming issue of <em>Front Desk</em>. (Link to come.) And it must be said, he completely rules. He &#8217;s a Brooklyn-born Jersey-ite who is funny, a huge Yankees fan and told us he modeled his singing voice after Jon Bon Jovi&#8217;s. If you&#8217;re in NYC or coming t<img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-599" title="constantine_maroulis" src="http://gilliantelling.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/constantine_maroulis.jpg" alt="constantine_maroulis" width="400" height="400" />o visit, go see this show before he leaves in September! Bonus: Tons of celebrities are flocking to this. When I was there, so was Whoopi Goldberg. A woman trying to climb past her in the aisle tripped and fell face first right into Whoopi&#8217;s lap, which made me die laughing.</p>
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SCENE: Kate Winslet is on a movie set, schooling extra Andy Millman in the art of seduction. &#8221;I&#8217;m aching for your big, purple womb ferret,&#8221; she says. Winslet is a nun. Millman is a Nazi. Welcome to Extras, the new British comedy from Ricky Gervais, creator of the much-loved mockumentary series The Office. Gervais plays [...]]]></description>
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<img src="http://www.gilliantelling.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/extras.jpg" alt="extras" title="extras" width="200" height="150" class="alignright size-full wp-image-513" /><span class="drop">S</span>CENE: Kate Winslet is on a movie set, schooling extra Andy Millman in the art of seduction. &#8221;I&#8217;m aching for your big, purple womb ferret,&#8221; she says. Winslet is a nun. Millman is a Nazi. Welcome to Extras, the new British comedy from Ricky Gervais, creator of the much-loved mockumentary series The Office. Gervais plays Millman, an actor who can only land work as an extra. At first it&#8217;s hard to distinguish between Millman and &#8216;The Office&#8217;s seedy boss, David Brent. But Gervais, 44, says the characters couldn&#8217;t be more different. &#8220;Millman is much more misanthropic,&#8221; he says over drinks in New York. &#8220;He thinks the world owes him a living. I&#8217;m much more like Millman than Brent.&#8221;</p>
<p>Thanks to the Office&#8217;s popularity, Gervais had no trouble recruiting stars like Winslet, Ben Stiller and Samuel L. Jackson. &#8220;I would hear that it was David Letterman&#8217;s favorite show, or Ben Stiller&#8217;s,&#8221; he says. &#8220;When the time came, I just rang them up and said, &#8216;OK, put your money where your mouth is.&#8217;&#8221; Recently, Madonna approached him, claiming to be his biggest fan. &#8220;She said she&#8217;d do anything I wanted,&#8221; he notes. &#8221;But then, she&#8217;s forty grand an hour, and she doesn&#8217;t make the beds.&#8221;</p>
<p>As with &#8216;The Office, Gervais is planning just two six-episode seasons, though he knows the fans want more. &#8221;Yes, but I know what&#8217;s best for them,&#8221; he says. &#8220;And I don&#8217;t want people to get sick of me.&#8221;</p>
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