I'm Roxana Inès Gray Saidi and I live in the West Village. I’m the founder of a creative agency, Rx Social, and I also have a travel and food site, Rx Sojourn. The two are kind of like sisters. One is precocious and Type A; the other is a bon vivant, wanderlust type. However, both are keenly passionate and fun.
I'm actually averse to routine, which I think stems from living in a few countries that don’t view bedtime, wake-up time, breakfast time, etc. as seriously as Americans do. Sometimes my day is sprinting from meeting to photoshoot to three more meetings to drinks, and other days (regretfully far fewer) I can hole up in my apartment in cashmere sweatpants.
In bedrooms with blackout shades and soundproof glass. And crisp, clean, scented sheets. (S/o to Casa de Uco in Mendoza, Argentina for really nailing this one.)
Since I travel so much, my facialist, Kariné Kazarian, who is like a favorite aunt, makes me promise to do a face mask every night. I try but, like I said, I'm a little anathema to rituals. I usually eat some dark chocolate before bed... Or cold pizza since that's basically all I ever have in my fridge. (This sounds crazy, but I sleep better with a snack in my tummy.) Oh wait, does wine count??
I like vintage t-shirts or pajama sets. Someone somewhere once told me if you get rid of all those work-out/freebie/whose-even-is-this shit-that-somehow-became-your-PJs that your life will drastically improve. Seems to be working.
Read the sign. (FYI neon sign above my bed reads “this must be the place”)
I’m all over the map. I’d love to be a punctilious sleeper like Arianna Huffington. I usually wake up and first try to figure out what time zone I’m on. That’s the indicator of when it’s time to get to steppin’.
"Superfreak" by Rick James. Not true, but I wish it was. By tomorrow it’s going to be that or “Do You Wanna Funk” by Sylvester. Highly recommend.
I definitely don’t miss the days of immediately reaching for my iPhone and doing the squinty one-eye scroll through social media. I retired that a few years ago and it has made all the difference. Now, I make coffee at home and sometimes think about how I could be having warm water with lemon and meditating for 20 minutes, but I’m not quite there yet.
I rarely ate breakfast before I moved to New York. Now I go to sleep looking forward to it. Bagels, eggs, the ever ubiquitous avocado toast. Sometimes I'll wake up craving something sweet so I'll go off the deep end with a Nutella brioche from the bakery next door, Mah Ze Dahr. On some occasions, I like to make shakshuka or breakfast burritos with chorizo, avocado, and crispy potatoes.
In LA, Nate 'n Al’s, Gjusta, and The Fountain Room at the Bevery Hills Hotel. In NYC, Buvette, Egg Shop, and in the atrium of The Nomad. I’m still trying to find a dingy diner to call my own here.
There are two specific times: At the very beginning and at the very end of the day. Sometimes as late as 1 or 2am. Being your own boss has its perks, right?! Joking. I but can say not one of my best campaign ideas or travel pieces came into my mind at 4 in the afternoon.
Three places immediately come to mind. This villa in Bali was otherworldly. It was so sprawling that we had our own spa room with massage tables in our villa—and only two of us were staying there. The second is out in the open bush in the Okavango Delta in Botswana. Hands down, one of the most unique and unforgettable experiences of my life. And third and most recently, at this Japanese Ryokan in Izu outside of Tokyo. The word “tranquility” must have been invented there. And the BED. It was literally a cloud cantilevered over a river engulfed by trees.
My brain and body thanks myself for the reprieve from myself?
My brain is like a web browser with too many tabs open, often when I'm trying to fall asleep. So, nope I probably don't! The upside is I operate well with just 6 hours of sleep. One weekend night I like to bump that up to 10 hours because... New York City, man.
Sadly, I rarely remember my dreams! The only time I truly remembered my dreams consistently was when I lived in South Africa and was taking medication to protect against malaria. I didn't know until I moved back to the states that nightmares were the number one side-effect of the meds. Luckily I just assumed I was having wild, action-packed thrillers as my dreams for all those months.
In some dreams, I know how to speak foreign languages I've never studied and can solve incredibly complex math or science problems. When I try to exercise them in real life, it usually derails very quickly.
Oh, no no. Sheep are for sleeping in, not counting.
Traveling to new places with people I love while doing some good and having a lot of laughs along the way.
Sand & Such is a magazine dedicated to sleep and everything around. The moments before and after, rituals, snoozing, slumbering, drifting, breakfasts, brunches, the night, the morning, insomnia, dreams and snores ... read more.
Sand & Such is a magazine dedicated to sleep and everything around. The moments before and after, rituals, snoozing, slumbering, drifting, breakfasts, brunches, the night, the morning, insomnia, dreams and snores...
Sand & Such is a magazine dedicated to sleep and everything around. The moments before and after, rituals, snoozing, slumbering, drifting, breakfasts, brunches, the night, the morning, insomnia, dreams and snores...
Sand & Such is a magazine dedicated to sleep and everything around. The moments before and after, rituals, snoozing, slumbering, drifting, breakfasts, brunches, the night, the morning, insomnia, dreams and snores...
Sand & Such is a magazine dedicated to sleep and everything around. The moments before and after, rituals, snoozing, slumbering, drifting, breakfasts, brunches, the night, the morning, insomnia, dreams and snores...