#jack’s wife freda

[seniouesbabes]

Lily Maymac 🌸💋🍒🌸 Brunch or lunch 🥗 🥙 @Jack’s.wife.Freda Indian restaurant 🇮🇳 😋

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One of the Team just solved one of the Sam Heughan and "mystery blonde" riddles!

So, remember these exclusive source pics I posted in early June 2023? 👇 They were of Sam Heughan leaving his hotel with a mystery blonde the day after the Outlander Season 7 premiere in New York City.

Later and completely separately, another Team member had let me know Sam was following this wellness account based in New York City. 👇

The very attractive blonde who is the founder is named Lauren Hawkins. 👇 I made a mental note in case anything came of it, and forgot all about her...until now.

Well, remember, the sneakers the New York City mystery blonde woman was wearing? 👇

Lauren Hawkins is wearing the same exact sneakers also in June 2023 in New York City. 👇 Matchy matchy! The team member made the connection and DMed me to let me know.

And the long, wavy dirty blonde hair is also an exact match. 👆

The ankle tattoos also match. 👇

This made me think back to another mystery blonde seen having a meal with Sam at New York City restaurant, Jack's Wife Freda. The pic with the blonde with the Kith shopping bags. And long, wavy, dirty blonde hair with thin black sunglasses. This pic was posted by another blogger in May 2023. One month before the sighting by my New York City source. 👇 The bottom pic is Lauren Hawkins. Match matchy again!

I don't know if they dated last year, were or are friends, but the blonde with Sam in my New York City source pics is definitely Lauren Hawkins. So, I'd say that's pretty much Mystery Solved. 🤗

[luhafraser]

Anon(s)

What do you think? In Brazil, people would say that S "deu um perdido no fandom" 😜🤣

He refollowed accounts of people who were at the Cannes Film Festival, he was signed up for a Hyrox Rotterdam and didn't show up (I still haven't seen pics and videos... Waiting ⏳️) And with that, two well known blogs "entertained" this fandom over the weekend. What he probably wanted, no?! Curious, isn't it?! 🤔😜🤣

Think about it... When was the last (fan)pic of him on the TCND set before last weekend? Where has he been since then?

No friends to drop hints this time? No video showing him in the background? No fan pics? C'mon... Sam never goes incognito, does he?! 😜

And he resurfaces yesterday with those rosy cheeks...

Not the Miami sun this time... 😝

I suggest you ask Cait where Sam has been to earn that sunburned face 🤭🤫 ...

And what about that, Anon(s)? What do you think?

Bcastuff posted the video with Sam in the background, at Jack's Wife Freda, where you can see Kith's bag, and according to whoever made the video it's from May 6th. But... What if the fan pic and the video were Latergram? Maybe to fool the fandom?! 🤔🤯

Many of us know that Sam was in NY before Miami. The pilot confirmed in the MPC private group. P and others posted about it.

Tell me Anon(s)... What are the chances that Sam bought these shorts and shirt on different days? Or do you think he liked the shorts so much that he thought "I need to have the shirt too"?!? 😜🤣 It could be... But...

Open your mind to all possibilities and think about... 🤔🤷🏻‍♀️

[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

Does anyone remember SH sitting at an outdoor table with Mohammad Ali aka AN at Jack's Wife Freda, Soho NYC in December 2022? Well, After this photo, SH’s fans started taking photos with this poor man. Now he thinks is important🥴

This means Fool’s Gold 🙃

[snowwhitelass]

Fan picture with Sam Heughan in NYC 🗽🍎

Saturday • December 3rd, 2022

Jack's Wife Freda SOHO Restaurant - NY

[fratsweetie]

this was the new york city weekend:

cold and bright on friday and i overslept on account of waking up next to the man i love and cherishing the feeling as if it has not happened hundreds of times before and over lunch i went to bushwick to pick up a chair that didn’t work and the super was drilling in the courtyard so loud it made my room shake and when i logged off i got dressed in my one hundred and one dalmatians overalls, stolen from my sister’s closet, and i went to the whitney solo and i cried at the puerto rican art exhibit thinking about my home languishing so far away and so mad at the white people not understanding and making crass jokes and the tour guide who acted like it is a third world country and everyone is waiting to be saved and i took in the gorgeous gorgeous lights of this beautiful place i live in from the top deck and i walked back to my train and i ran back to my home and changed and met my father and my uncles and my cousin for late late dinner on the upper east side and the old fashioned burned my throat all the way down and my sandwich fell apart in my hands and my dad called me an uber by 11:55 and when i got home the man i love came home too.

then saturday was dreary rainy gray cold all day and it was so hard to get up off the bed but i did and i picked up my laundry and i got us two coffees (cold brew and a double espresso) and two donuts (white frosting and sour cream) and we laughed so hard for hours and watched law and order as if nothing had ever been so enthralling and when we arose at 4pm i began to schlep to manhattan to meet my father and uncles for dinner and i had to stop and buy a hat because my bangs were soaked through and when i found out they were going to a seafood boil restaurant and my allergies precluded me from going there i went to jack’s wife freda like a normie on my own and sat at the dim bar and ate two overpriced eggs and drank two drinks and in the bathroom they played françoise hardy and i went to the met to kill the time and when i was there in the spanish courtyard on the first floor who did i see on the second floor balcony but the man i love and overwhelmed with the joy of coincidence, of finding someone in a city of eight million i was going to let the moment soak in and not say anything and then he yelled my name from above but i was listening to music and i couldn’t hear and two rooms later he sends me a message and when i look up there he is! with his friend and he is wearing the jacket i got him for christmas and he introduces us and his friend is about to leave so he asks me if i want to stay there with him but my father is about to arrive and i have to go and we go to first avenue and get drunk at an old person diner and when i get home the man i love asks if he can come meet me and of course he can.

then magnificent sunday the first real day of spring everyone is in shorts i urge him to leave the bed before his sunday scaries take hold and we plan to get a pre brunch before our actual brunch but both places are full but oh, miracle, we walk to the other end of our neighborhood and we grab an outdoor table at a wonderful restaurant and we sit in the blinding sun and my duck confit is perfectly cooked and we share a cup of coffee because suddenly we are both broke and we walk to his place because he is in too many layers for such a beautiful day and i try to convince him to wear shorts but none of his shoes match and we decide to walk all the way down to prospect park, a beautiful 3 miles in the sunshine, and it feels like everyone is finally out like everyone has awoken from the mild winter and realized life in community is better than any other life and on the steps of the public library life feels so worth living and we sit on a bench and i lay my head on his shoulder and watch the buds on the trees shake and everyone around us bask in joy and i am scared a mole on my leg may be skin cancer and we sit on my (his) jacket on the lawn and listen to whale sounds and start walking back home and i have to lie to a restaurant server to use the bathroom and on the thirty minute ride home i sleep on him and when we are back in our neighborhood we get the first good chinese food we have had in a month and he asks if i will go home with him and watch him play video games and i say no but not because i don’t want to because of course i want to eat up all the time i can possibly get with him i want it forever but because i am being better about not canceling every plan whenever i am presented with the opportunity to be with him and my roommates and i want to watch succession so we do and i eat terrible snacks and i keep falling asleep because i am exhausted from a beautiful weekend and when my head hits my pillow i am out in a second. and it was all so good.

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

I don’t remember if I ask this but I think I did lol.. what are some good places to go for brunch?

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in the city? off the top of my head there’s jack’s wife freda, buvette (super fancy), the butcher’s daughter, sarabeth’s, and the smith

you could also literally walk into any diner you see or bagel place and have a good meal!

[mllemouse]

taking my creatine pills in the middle of dinner at jack's wife freda in soho

[kmp78]

´If you are referring to GTGT’s most recent story, that picture of a meal is from a restaurant in SoHo (NYC) called “Jack’s Wife Freda” on Lafayette St. It’s within walking distance of 50 Soho for reference. 😏 A photo from in front of this table was posted from GTGT’s account several weeks ago. I think the pic is from her friend’s account.

Not the same pics and not the same moment 😉

The last time she was with Mek, this time she s with the woman of the pic.

They’re eat often at this restaurant maybe and take the same food lol

Yep that Jack's restaurant seems almost as pretentiously attention-seekery as Joan's in LA for all who want to see and be seen. 🙄

[seniouesbabes]

Lily Maymac 🌸🍒💋🌸 😋

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Just got this in DM-- new pics of Sam Heughan with a blonde in New York, possibly from yesterday. And no, that's not C.M. Check them out and let me know WHO you think that is and also business or pleasure? 🤔😊

Credit to the owner.

[diegos-portfolio]

Henry Hargreaves and What Daisy Valence Orders Backstage

As I researched various photographers and their subjects - average people, models, landscapes, natural phenomena, active moments in history - I felt as though none of them truly felt like anything that I’d be able to replicate. It all seemed like a mixed bag of potential failures. However, I eventually managed to find an approachable set of photos.

Henry Hargreaves, a New Zealand-born photographer, informally began his photography career when he was in high school at Christ’s College in Christchurch, New Zealand (yes, those are the real names). After moving to the United States, he began working as a bartender at Schiller’s in Lower East Manhattan, New York City, where he’d stay for three years. During his time as a model, he developed a more in-depth interest in photography, asking the photographers about how the different cameras, filters, and lighting would affect the photos taken; “I then brought a simple set up and began experimenting by myself.” (Astrum People, Henry Hargreaves: Creative Approach to Art). At the beginning, he’d photograph models, though his first paid job was in photographing still life photos which opened up his interest in products and set ups, as opposed to live models. Over the course of his career, he photographed for Ralph Lauren, New York Magazine, and National Geographic. Hargreaves has also consistently used food as a subject in his photos, as evidenced by his work on the Jack’s Wife Freda cookbook.

However, all of that was moved to the side for me when I saw his work with Vice. Though limited, I saw the three articles published eight, nine, and 10 years ago, respectively, and how they dealt with food as a medium for the human condition. The most recent article, “Photos of Meals Preppers Plan to Eat at The End of the World”, discusses his time photographing the surprisingly reasonable meals preppers had planned, from chicken for the insulin-critical, MREs (Meals Ready to Eat) for the First Responder Veterans, and even protein-rich bugs for the veteran preppers. In the article before, “Henry Hargreaves Photographs Death Row’s Final Meals” (which he states is a statement piece against the American Death Penalty), he discusses how most foods he captured were fried comfort foods, and how certain individuals made a lasting impression with their orders - like the person who asked to watch the Lord of the Rings Trilogy, or the other who ordered a single olive - or with their words, such as the inmate who didn’t eat his pecan pie as he was “saving it for later”.

Overall, I felt that the one that rang out to me was his first article with Vice titled “Henry Hargreaves's Photos of What Famous Musicians Eat Backstage”. There, he explains and demonstrates the ridiculous riders - clause in their contracts as performers - that the celebrities have asked for, such as Al Green and his 24 long-stem (dethorned) roses, or Van Halen’s herring in sour cream accompanied by a large tube of KY Jelly and M&M’s with the brown ones removed.

The one that called out to me, however, was Axl Rose’s rider, which was a pack of fresh white Wonder bread and a bottle of Dom Perignon. The classiness of the champagne mixed with the classic staple of Americana created an image of remembering your roots and reveling in the world you now find yourself in, which is definitely the case for the rocker. Due to his complex childhood, he soon found solace in music, which led to him engrossing himself with his band Axl and donning his now legal name, W. Axl Rose.

Now, given that I am not an avid drinker, nor do I have an incredible cash flow or transportation access at the moment, my options for both a bottle of alcohol or white bread were scarce. However, I remembered I had a bottle of Blue VIn Riesling, a wine whose silhouette bore a striking resemblance to the previously mentioned champagne, and that my mother was gifted an overstock of white bread from the Bridgeville Library. I set up the image and matched the lighting as best as I could, and though I admit it is not an exact recreation, I’d say it’s fairly close.

As for the title of this statement, I’d thought since I was essentially parodying the original by using similar - but not identical - subjects for the composition, I decided to create a similar - but not identical - rocker who would partake in the knock-off.

Daisy Valence, named after her mother, Daisy Chamberlain, was the love child of a complex relationship. Her father, Gordon Thompson, was a man 20 years her mother’s senior, and had begun shortly after Ms. Chamberlain’s graduation. However, it was short-lived, as she became pregnant, and Thompson wanted nothing to do with her. As a single mother, she’d leave her daughter in the care of her local church’s daycare, where she gained a passion for gospel music. This led her to become a powerhouse neo-funk/groove singer of the modern day. Her choice of Cha-Ching enriched white bread and Blue Vin Riesling as riders come from what she remembers were her mother’s go-to after a long day of working at the auto repair shop as a receptionist. As for her stage name, the last name “Valence” comes from when Daisy visited her mother’s job and saw the word in a write-up for a job her mother’s coworker had done.

[luhafraser]

Crosby Street Hotel, NY

[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

SH is in New York waiting for someone to recognise him 🤔🥶

Sitting at an outdoor table with Mohammad Ali on Friday afternoon at Jack's Wife Freda, Soho NYC 2 December 2022

[kindtobechurlish]

What time does the negro so bold with his ID on file get off?

What time does Jack Wife Freda let their people out? Real talk.