december catharsis

Sunday, November 29, 2015

On the last day of a long, long weekend...

After wasting away the morning hours online, with back-pain inducing posture and dry eyeballs (the internet isn't kind to contact lens-wearers) ogling at all the new Dieppa Restrepos on sale but still utterly unattainable, decided enough was enough, and went on a hike through the Presidio terrains with the family. It was clear today, sharp, crisp, cold, beautiful. And it was the first time in months that I found the ocean under my feet. How this absence happens as a Californian, I don't know. The hike wasn't great for the cold I caught over the holiday (it was the soy sauce I shared with the sick boy next to me Friday night, the sushi was good, I forgive you), but rather for the spirit, and I took a bundle of polaroids along the way that I decided to call "December catharsis", if that is any indicator of November being a medley of incredible highs, like TOPS, and new friends, and Tame Impala on vinyl, and unforgettable karaoke car rides (such a good month for music) but also intensely lonely moments even in the company of others, and the tragic reality that this world can be a cruel, sad place. Luckily, I have a friend who more or less shares my mind, but is somehow always at the opposite end of the emotion-spectrum, and after sending a sleuth of depressing texts, she gave me a simple reminder: at day's end, it's our job to find, and never stop believing that there exists some beauty in this world. 

Homme, IV

Monday, November 23, 2015

1. Erik van Gils by Markus Pritzi
2. Dior Homme SS/16

crooked ankles and shadows that slice
bare skin. 

beautiful, no?

My past 48 hours: An outdoor screening of Band of Outsiders, where we finally learned & performed for each other the Madison (heads were turned, our moves were legit!) Today, spent all afternoon in the Haight, conversations about Dostoyevsky and girls from high school getting engaged, over rosemary infused hot chocolate in the moonlight. Yes to romantic November dates with your best friends. Amoeba never disappoints. Brushed up on a little Dire Straits music history in the land of 20 dollar vinyls- we'll be returning sooner than later, with a few more dollars in the pocket and some sewn up holes. 


Tuesday, November 17, 2015

I took that train into the city
You know the one that goes under the bridge
I thought I was listening
To the band that played the song that changed me.  

A moment of pure aesthetic pleasure earlier, listening to Mazzy Star on the train ride home. Tuning out blurry faces after a somewhat sad late-afternoon in the city with those dreamy guitar trills.

Whatever makes your heart beat faster

Sunday, November 8, 2015

When in doubt, alone in your bedroom, round up a few photos of your dream girls, close your eyes and drive down a highway, blasting "Song for Zoe & Gwen" and "Catastrophe" by Yumi Zouma, re-paint your nails a deep plum, and practice posing like Didion, one hand casually strung in pocket, glasses in the other, nonchalant...  

"Life changes fast. Life changes in the instant. You sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends." 
  -Joan Didion

1. Kate Moss by Ryan Mcginley, 2007
2. Joan Didion by Eugene Richards, 2005
3. Phoebe Philo for The Gentlewoman  
4. Romy Schneider circa 1970's


Monday, November 2, 2015

Brooklyn. March 2015 

Haven't been taking so many photos lately, haven't been to new york in longer, but every time the weather gets all cold and misty like it did today, I'm transported back to this scene in Brooklyn. Is there anything more enchanting than a children's carousel half concealed by layers of white fog, lights spinning in a blur against calm waters, glass on all sides, a thin layer between you and reality.

Other little pleasures : Binging on wicked Lolita-esque film shorts on Nowness, like this one. A lot (never too much) of New Order this week. New record for number of "Age of Consent" plays in a day at work, and the night before, and the day before. Dark plum nail polish, plaid dresses with white collars and lot's of Bowie references (this year's choices for Halloween). Oh and hanging with Jimmy Dean at a new favorite diner until 5 am. More on that soon...

un triangle dans l'eau

Sunday, October 25, 2015

La taille de ce vent est un triangle dans l'eau
The size of this wind is a triangle in the water

Passed by an art gallery as I was walking through le Marais, the colors in these photos caught my eye. 
The bright orange flicker of ember on a tree, a quiet spark of destructive potential, clear blue endless waves and summer skin. 
Manuela Marques is the artist's name. 

Sky below your feet

Friday, October 16, 2015

remind yourself
to look down at
the sky below your feet

reflects a life
distorted and lovely. 

On ballet

Sunday, October 11, 2015

"If I had to title the picture, I would call it Reality and Dreams. The foot en pointe is what every little girl dreams of. The other is the hard, hard work, and the reality."
 - Henri Leutwyler, nymag

Last night at the dance film fest at Brava theatre (my old stomping grounds!) watched Ma Mère Adorait La Danse, a documentary about Brigitte Lefèvre, director of Paris Opera Ballet for over twenty years (1995-2014)....


Friday, October 9, 2015

juillet  2015, paris 
grand, un peu élégant homme mystère. qui es-tu? 


Wednesday, October 7, 2015

So it's been a little while... let's catch up for a minute, just you and I ? 

                                                Sonia Delauney
"Solar Prism", 1914

Colors colors everywhere, blush tones and sunflower yellow, the color of its petals at day break, in late morning, at 2 pm, when sunlight is harshest. In an Agnes Varda film. Light red, bright red, garden-in- hell red of the late Ms. Vreeland. Sky blue, and a boy named Skye, one very lovely, the other, anything but. 

There's a book that stares at me from across my desk at work, it's cover whirling semi circles of bright alien green, thin black curves against stark white, red- it's on Sonia Delauney, and the way the book still sits neatly on its shelf without a loving new home is slightly torturous. 

Mixing brights together in an outfit intoxicates me. Show me 50+ incredible collections from S/S16 Ready to Wear, and I'll tell you that Dries Van Noten and Celine used some of my favorite color combinations this season (this deserves its own post soon). But in reality, faced with a closet full of over-done neutrals that wish they were dusty-pinks, mauves, glittery whites, lace a little wicked, and black leather romanticism more reminiscent of Rodarte and Saint Laurent, my options for dressing more colorfully are... limited? For now, incorporating little bits of color into my wardrobe is solely by way of socks, studs, books, even my shoes are mostly autumn-hued, but enough of that, it's time to trade 4 dollar iced coffee's for a day- or two -or three of overdue thrifting with a best friend (and vintage mastermind) in this city's most colorful- always the Mission.

Spring/ Summer '16

Tonight, listening to: 

Age of consent- New Order

I ran with love but couldn't keep up- Spectrals
You just haven't earned it yet, baby- The Smiths 

Maybe tomorrow I won't be so tired, 
tomorrow is a new day and I will read, 
take a photo 
or two, 

watch La Collectioneuse because it's my day off,
and maybe this one also: 

we are the discourse of others 


what is a word?

a word is what's left unsaid. 

The other night, 
re-watched American Beauty. 

 lyon, france

“…It’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst… and then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.”
  -American Beauty


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