This is home.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

"she's got you", jim reeves |  "end", frank ocean
san francisco 
dusk 

Vancouver on film: Revolver Coffee

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Revolver coffee
325 Cambie St, 
Vancouver, Canada 
LET'S revisit last summer in Vancouver for a minute...
Taken on a dreary grey morning, these analog photos from an afternoon at Revolver coffee are  somewhat of a nostalgic reminder of our trip last September. We took a bus far past Vancouver's main street, crossing the bridge into a dense forest to find the famous (infamous?) suspension bridge, Calypso, and back again to Gastown. 

It rained so much on this trip. On our hikes, our bike rides, in-between destinations, as we hid out in coffee-shops with soaking shoes and numb fingers. After awhile, we learned to just accept the gloomy weather instead of escaping it. In a way, we were lucky because with the rain, spending time in coffee shops like this one felt all the more like a destination, than a mere pass-through. The atmosphere here was very special somehow-it stands out from most other cafe's in Vancouver we visited (my other favorite stop being Le Marche St. George.) It was loud inside, and crowded, a mix of conversation and Bonobo, and there were these two strangers just sitting, totally immersed in their own worlds- the guy didn't look up from his book once, the lady just staring out the window. 




I had the wonderful opportunity to ask George Giannakos, owner of Revolver Coffee, a few quick  questions about his business! 
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What was the inspiration behind Revolver coffee? 
The inspiration for Revolver came from years of visiting cafes and also working in the industry for a long time.  It is a shop that is designed to showcase all things 'Coffee', and allows customers to be part of that experience by having everything as open and transparent as possible.  

Why did you choose Gastown, Vancouver as the location for your cafe, and how does the surrounding community influence the atmosphere of the store? 
When we were looking to open up, Gastown was really the only neighborhood we considered at the time (almost 4 years ago).  It is home to so many like-minded restaurants and boutiques and has a history that dates back further than most other's in Vancouver. 

That's great to hear! Gastown really seems to have a great sense of community. And your favorite drink on the menu? 
I love to start off with drip coffee in the morning, and then fill the remainder of the day with macchiatos. 

photos taken w. Mamiya Sektor film camera. 

tell me who you are

Saturday, March 14, 2015

 





one photo, six ways. 

13 march 2015
"It was warm last night, light breeze and stars and we sat on the concrete porch outside, minus one Marlbaro, 3 am cough and a black cat that was either possessed or really infatuated by us. "
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I've been very fascinated- addicted even, to reading people's unfiltered thoughts. It's very hard to find this on blogs these days, especially when for many, blogging has become more lucrative than personal. But I'm in no place to point fingers, because it's difficult for me too.

My bookmarked blogs- the ones I visit each week are visually inspiring, informative, or both, but the blogs I return to when I get this unmet desire to feel more full, are the ones with words of daily documentation, unfiltered like a diary, written as if no one is listening.

Yesterday afternoon, I sat in my favorite spot at Profeta, next to the big windows with stained glass and plant stains, and finally started reading Didion's "On keeping a notebook". It was kind of an event. This quote really stood out to me:

"Although I have felt compelled to write things down since I was five years old, I doubt my daughter ever will, for she is a singularly blessed and accepting child, delighted with life exactly as life presents itself to her, unafraid to go to sleep and unafraid to wake up. Keepers of private notebooks are a different breed altogether, lonely and resistant rearrangers of things, anxious malcontents, children afflicted apparently at birth with some presentiment of loss." 

Actually her words do more than stand out. I almost feel like she's recognized a part of me that I never thought of articulating myself. My mom, like her daughter- unquestioning and content, myself, questioning everything to a fault until 1 am on a good night. Have I ever read words that resonate so well?


Pairing: for women

Sunday, March 8, 2015

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Today is International Women's day, a day in particular where we reflect upon the incredible women in our lives- strong and vocal, and strong and quiet women alike, in how far we've come towards achieving independence and equality, yet how much more further we can-will- still go. 

This past month stands out to me, because of small, nevertheless empowering experiences that made me so happy- to be free, to feel again, to simply be. Like letting it all out to "Love on Top" in a sloppy group circle resembling a high school dance- Tavi Gevinson's Rookie Party, with some of the best-dressed folks I've ever seen (also getting hamburger stickers and a hug). Beyonce never felt so good. Like filming Sarah, an artist in her ceramic studio in the Arts District, and talking to her well past sun down about our lives and journeys thus far.

Finding brilliant ad campaigns with strong female figures:
1) Joan Didion's Celine ad. I have so much respect for Phoebe Philo choosing Didion to front her campaign (as if I didn't already).  I'm reading my second book by Didion now, Slouching towards Bethlehem, with my bookmark stopped just before "On keeping a notebook", until I have proper time+attention for it, as I can feel it'll be a very special one.

2) Iris Apfel in not one, but two campaigns. She's a beautiful individual who has quite literally changed the way I've thought not just about style, but about living.

"The world doesn't have enough color" she said. "Just keep in mind I’m the world’s oldest living teenager..." 

Featured Interview

Friday, February 20, 2015

Happy Friday! 
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Classes are finally over, I'm sitting at the apartment peeling my favorite blood oranges from the farmer's market, also in proximity of dark chocolates, green tea, and Devandra Banhart (only via spotify sadly). It's a good feeling.

Today, I just wanted to share a fun little interview that I did with Instantly Framed, a photo framing company. The lovely team asked me several questions about photography, life in LA-SF-NYC, and my favorite cafe's. Check it out here!

Last note: If you happen to be looking for some simple but elegant photo frames for decor, you can use "canvasofculture10" on Instantly Framed to get a $10 discount until May 3!



Neighbor

Monday, February 16, 2015

 Neighbor Menswear, Vancouver
 True Fall 2014 Editorial 
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Last summer, I visited Vancouver menswear store, Neighbor in Gastown. I recently chanced upon their Fall '14 look book, and I love the subtle photography and styling. The hints of forest green, turquoise, dark emerald, whatever you might call it on the spectrum of blue-green, it's gorgeous. The weather's been strange in LA- on the verge of spring, intolerably hot some afternoons, then crisp and breezy on others. There's nothing that defines how to dress now, it's just day to day, somewhere in between. 

Full editorial here



The sound of us

Sunday, February 1, 2015



























we spent a day at the 
conservatory of flowers, 
studying plants. 
recording their texture,
listening to their
water-drop hums.
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san francisco
20 december, 2014
film

Forest Shapes

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

- "Geo" by Rebekah Campbell for Oyster Mag -

FRAGILE GEOMETRY... I love this concept by Rebekah Campbell. I only wish I could trace the texture of those translucent shapes in my hands. They look so delicate, like a figment of imagination, yet solid, tactile, tangible. I was about to go to sleep, when I saw these dreamy photos, and just like that there was nothing more important than writing this post. 2 am rationality...

Essentials

Friday, January 16, 2015


Un, petite fragrance. Half-filled in its miniature glass bottle, the first perfume I ever received- classic daisy by marc jacobs. I typically don't wear perfume, but this one never fails to make me feel youthful and fresh. Though I admit, I've had my eyes on that pretty Rodin bottle for some time now.

Deux, gold accents. Favorite simple gold studs from Anthropologie.

Trois, thin bands. Arc ring and bracelet, c/o Fresh Tangerine jewelry.

Quatre, a place to hold these delicate pieces. Small glass plates infused with a gold leaf foil, which my mother got me in a tiny village store in Japan.


Fin.





As close as I can get

Thursday, January 15, 2015








A diary of flowers
A year of love
As close as I can get

Changing things
Here it comes
No dust

A far away corner
And still this.  


















sometimes up there
jim hodges.  2013
via 
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And then, it was 2015.

What was intended to be a few-day breather, full of Miles Davis and too many cookies, turned into two-going on three weeks of silence and self-reflection away from the blog - so hello again! How to transition into an entirely new year in just a meager paragraph.... My most recent source of inspiration might be a good place to start.

This past Friday after classes, I walked down to Hammer to catch Jim Hodge's exhibit in its final days at the museum. His work is an incredible mix of texture and color, both delicate and loud, intricate and full of emotion. It's about the small things in life, and temporality, the captions read. Hodge allows himself to explore so many material realms- textile, painting, photography, found objects, with a careful intention in seeing menial things in a new, different way. The importance of the unspoken bits is what inspires me in his work. Sometimes up there isn't from this particular exhibit, but it's one of my favorites after looking more into his work. Another favorite from the exhibit, here it comes.
Here's a little snippet written by Hammer Museum, found here: 

"Since the late 1980s, Hodges’ poetic reconsiderations of the material world have inspired a wide-ranging body of work. From the delicate nature of early wall sculptures—including Diary of Flowers (1994), composed with hundreds of doodled paper napkins, and Changing Things (1997), made from disassembled silk flowers—to the large cut-paper photographs of flowering trees, gold-leafed newspaper pages, and light-filled mirror mosaics of the past decade, Hodges’ art typically begins as humble, even overlooked materials that are transformed through his touch." 
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The poem at the top of the post? As I walked through the exhibit's rooms, I jotted down my favorite titles of Hodge's works. In retrospect, reading these titles in the sequence I found them was a perfect way to remember my experience. As a combination of seemingly random words, arranging themselves in an unexpectedly beautiful way. 

1. what's left     2. As close as I can get 

As for the rest of winter break... 

 

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