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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