Hallo Valerie

santa barbara pt 2

2012-02-20T00:15:00.000-08:00

After spending time at the beautiful courthouse, having a picnic and poking around, we climbed the clock tower to see an incredible view of the city. To the north we saw nestled homes within a lush green landscape, and to the south we saw the Pacific ocean. It's easy for me to envision my dream life here, with a little house somewhere near the mountain peaks, which overlook the ocean. Oh, how I wish!

Vanessa and the ocean behind her

On the way to the beach with my cat phone & peppermint tea in hand

The view was incredible; I never wanted to leave. The area feels so untouched, even though at certain angles you could see sailboats and locals walking their dogs. They know how to live life. It's in these moments that I love the California coast.

After a relaxing afternoon, we changed gears entirely and played a round miniature golf. It's one of my favorite things to do, because it feels like i'm living in the 1970s. I also appreciate the different props that adorn each hole, such as ornate castles and windmills!

After being worn out by complex miniature golf labyrinths, we ate copious amounts of sushi in honor of my birthday. Donald always orders the brightest rolls and nigiri, which I never get tired of photographing. So delicious!

I'll be back in Santa Barbara in April to see Radiohead live, and I already can't wait! x

babycakes

2012-02-18T00:09:00.001-08:00

Some remnants from our Valentine's day dinner. It's not unusual for us to cook a meal together; we love to do it at least once a week when we're not too busy or lethargic. The only difference this time was that Donald created the entire meal, and I just went along for the delicious ride. I certainly did not protest!

He minced leeks, garlic and chopped tomatoes to make a shrimp fettucini with white wine sauce. The sweetest part was when our cat Erlend went crazy in the kitchen after smelling seafood. Cats will be cats!

Oh! If I could have eaten that meal for ten hours on end, I would have still loved it. It doesn't hurt that meals always seem to taste more amazing when someone else does the work, and especially when it's someone you adore.

We listened to my favorite romantic record, Love Songs by the Beatles. It reminds me of so many good memories across the years. Erlend was also a fan, either that or she simply wanted to steal the spotlight, which in retrospect is much more likely. Afterwards we parked ourselves on the couch and re-watched Badlands. A perfect evening!

Hope you all had a great Valentines x

santa barbara pt 1

2012-02-15T02:58:00.000-08:00

On Friday I spent the day in Santa Barbara, having a belated birthday celebration that was both subdued and vibrant. When I think of the perfect day it involves a scenic view, delicious food, good company and plenty of beautiful surroundings. In Santa Barbara, that's easy to come by. The afternoon began by having a garden picnic at the city's courthouse, which happens to be an architecturally stunning building with endless charm.

We ate blackberries and sweet potato chips (so good!) with lunch. The sun was warm and the breeze from the ocean could be felt in the air.

The location was immaculate and it felt like summer had already arrived.

I wore my dress by Louche and an old red Prada bag that I've lugged around for years.

We wandered around for quite some time, finding new rooms which showcased ornate detail and Spanish colonial influence.

My sister Vanessa, in the large hall which had grand murals on display. Afterwards we continued through the city, stopping on various overlooks to see the coast. We also found ourselves playing miniature golf and having a sushi feast by the end of the night. I will save that for part two!

the lovebug done bit me

2012-02-13T01:02:00.000-08:00

bas jan ader, primary time

jarek puczel, lovers

julie lansom, la marquise III

unknown

edgar degas, the star: dancer on point

grace kelly

Valentine's day is tomorrow, which means that it's time to listen to love songs and be surrounded by sweetness. Donald and I will be making a meal from scratch, which is my favorite thing to do. Here's hoping that nothing burns! I made a small playlist for those who want to revel in songs for the occasion, you can listen to the whole thing here. Also, all of the photos above are from my tumblr if you'd like to follow along.

photo by li hui
One of my favorites from the playlist:

The Supremes - Love is like an itching my in my heart

pink love

2012-02-10T01:31:00.000-08:00

I had such a cozy and lovely birthday on Tuesday. We gorged on chocolate cake, blew up pink heart balloons, listened to oldies, and played the board game "Life". It was the only board game that I had growing up so I have a special fondness for it! Donald and Vanessa also gave me the sweetest gifts which I wanted to share:

Gifts from the perfect boyfriend: A round and dainty birthday card which slid open to reveal the most darling message, a thick book of instructables for macaron-making, and recipe cards from Rifle Paper Co for our cooking adventures. Oh, and a trip to Santa Barbara!

My favorite gift that he gave me was a book of handmade certificates and accompanying drawings. They were all incredibly personal and recalled things that I've always wanted to do, like seeing a ballet with him and having a deluxe breakfast in bed. I had the biggest smile ever!

My sister brought me some very special gifts all the way from Wales; like this birthday card in Welsh and the most amazing book that I've ever received. It's a French first edition book about cats from 1945 - it couldn't be more perfect! A landslide of photos will soon follow.

So beautiful

Hope you have a great weekend x

turning twenty-four

2012-02-07T00:46:00.000-08:00

Today is my twenty-fourth birthday! Every year I like to spend the day doing just the things that I love. Since most of my loved ones are busy in their first week of Spring semester, I'm keeping things somewhat relaxed today. For me that means dining out for breakfast, getting a massage, and having a small vegan pizza & cake party (like I would have done as a kid, minus the vegan part!) Then in a few days I will celebrate it properly, by visiting my favorite nearby city of Santa Barbara. Here are a few photos from my previous birthday gatherings:

In 2010, I turned 22 and visited a mansion in Beverly Hills that has an incredibly lovely garden. The mansion has been in many films, notably in There Will Be Blood, or whenever they like to pretend a chateau exists in Los Angeles. I mostly loved it for the view of the city and to be surrounded by lots of greenery and hidden paths.

Afterwards we ate at my favorite restaurant, Bouchon. For many years I have come here for anniversaries and special moments, but this time was extra special because the lunch service had ended, and the place was left just for us.

Delicious trout

Instead of a cake, I had a lemon tart with a raspberry on top! It's hard to believe this was two years ago, as it feels both distant and close.

In 2011, I turned 23 and spent the afternoon in a teahouse in Pasadena. No birthday is complete without a pile of raspberries nearby.

There were so many choices and we gladly devoured them all. This is my sister Vanessa, selecting one with her gaze.

I spot - salmon with chive spread, green apples with cheese, and cucumber with watercress among others.

The petit fours we had for dessert. I haven't always spent my birthdays in such lovely ways, in fact I have plenty of funny memories of having birthday parties where none of my elementary school friends showed up. I laugh at those days now! x

a taste of britain

2012-02-03T00:49:00.000-08:00

My sister Vanessa was recently in England for six weeks and before returning, sent me this lovely postcard that showcases an ornate tea-time (my favorite). I've only visited England once and didn't spend enough time there to formulate a weighty opinion; maybe one day I'll return. I've had great friends from that special island and my early adolescent years were filled listening to all of the obligatory and obscure bands, that Americans often come across in wonderment. In contrast, Vanessa has visited loads of times as her husband is British and thankfully she remembers to bring me back edibles.

Hello battenburg!

She also visited Harrods and brought back the most unique flavored candy that I've ever tasted. The only candy that I grew up with was Mexican candy, and that usually involves lots of lime, salt and chili. Her photos from London were so wonderful that I thought I'd share some from her blog: Bangers y Mash.

I would buy all of these.

Vanessa wearing the red beret I bought her for Christmas :)

A perfume heaven!

A song from my fave Brit band:

Clinic - 2nd Foot Stomp

dress histories

2012-01-31T01:25:00.000-08:00

I'm guilty of having quite a messy bedroom when guests aren't over (not that they go in there anyway!) Thankfully, with more free time I was able to straighten out my bedroom and have a reunion with some of my old dresses. They all carry their own memories. The mustard yellow dress above was given to me by my sister in 2005 after she visited New York. I wore it so many times in the next few years, and it now hangs retired on my bedroom wall.

I purchased this one in 2005 (apparently my dress addiction began at seventeen) at a vintage shop. It had long sleeves which I cut down, and the material was highly impractical as it did not stretch. That didn't stop me from over-wearing it to bits. A highly embarrassing photo of me in it ended up on Neet Magazine back then. Oh, how I miss the awkwardness of livejournal days.

In 2008 my lovely boyfriend bought me a Marc Jacobs dress which I coveted, right before our first trip overseas. I'm not exactly sure why I decided to wear it on the hottest day ever in Versailles, and then to a concert at night. Perhaps it clouded my judgement. To this day I've only worn it several times so that it won't disintegrate like my other dresses.

This is the oldest dress that I still own and my first peter pan collar, aside from childhood outfits of course. I love the ruffled detail which goes all the way down to the bottom. I remember feeling a bit like a granny when I first bought it, but it didn't stop me from wearing it every chance that I got. The material was so sensitive that eventually tears popped up all along the seams. It will forever be part of my closet.

Finally, another old dress from the days when H&M made nice dresses. It reminds me of a Marie Antoinette gown, albeit on a much smaller scale because the bust is very cozy and the sides fluff out at the ribs. This is one of those instances, when you have to decide if you'd like to breathe or not before a night on the town!

Do you still keep your old dresses?

an island

2012-01-26T02:04:00.002-08:00

I've never been much of a "tropical-getaway" kind of person, perhaps because as a kid those were the only places that my parents would visit. After awhile, trips blended into identical vacations and seemed uninspiring. As an adult, I've preferred experiencing architecture, gardens and museums to any prolonged sloth-habitation. It was surprising then, when two years ago at this time I found myself in the Bahamas. Donald was going for work and had accommodation paid for, so of course I joined him! These were some of my favorite memories:

On the plane ride. I was frightened to be surrounded by so much water and little islands, in retrospect I can enjoy and appreciate its beauty.

I was thankful to be staying in a very relaxed place, many of the tourist resorts look like pastel monoliths where people are crammed into every crevice. Our room had an incredible view, and when I woke up one morning I took the photo above.

Across our eight-day stay the weather was mostly stormy. I would sit on the balcony and observe the subtle changes in the clouds which were so immense. Coming from Los Angeles, where I can barely see clouds, I tend to notice that first thing when I'm in a new land.

My favorite part of my trip was visiting the Versailles Gardens on the island. It was so beautiful; full of lily ponds and groomed hedges.

I also made this little friend. Somehow stray cats greet me all across the world, maybe it's because I'm kind of like a stray cat myself!

On my last day, the sun came out and I got to read and sleep before my flight. As much as I loved my time there, I would still select a modest location with rich history in the future. x

Have you ever gone somewhere you never imagined to be?

getting off the carousel

2012-01-23T00:36:00.000-08:00

This is the first Monday in which I am not required to perform boring tasks. It feels like a triumph! Instead, I made french toast with powdered sugar and blackberries. My favorite way to start the day is with a heaping pile of blackberries and peppermint tea. I can finally enjoy leisurely mornings and evenings without feeling confined to a cyclical schedule (until school beings!)

The nature of a weekly occupation is similar to a neverending carousel ride. It can feel grand, but your heart has to be in it otherwise the effort is futile. I bought this lovely paper carousel at the Villa Ephrussi and put it together myself. I love all of the joyful expressions and the garments which recall a long-lost time. The details are so charming and I consider it to be one of my favorite possessions.

I would so wear that dress!

I'm looking forward to the next ride x

fundamental moments

2012-01-18T00:36:00.000-08:00

This is quite an important week for me; it will be my last working at my job. I've been there for over two years and my daily routine has been so continuous. I felt that this year was going to be different. This year, I would take leaps that I would otherwise delay and do things that I truly wanted to do. Any shrewd individual would contend with fear, however I've always valued my intuition over any feelings of doubt.

More than anything, I am thrilled to finish my Art degrees and perhaps have time to visit museums in the daytime. I will witness all of the wonderful Goyas in person and appreciate the warm sun during Spring. I've been working on two separate degrees across the years and it feels good to make them a priority.

My sister looking like a ragdoll as a toddler

2012 must be a special year as my boyfriend, sister and I, will all be finishing our respective degrees. We've taken different paths across many years but alas, it is the persistance that I value, which I believe develops true character. It's interesting how feelings can vacillate between indifference and dedication. As an adolescent I never cared for school, but as an adult I feel somehow indebted to it.

film love

2012-01-15T03:12:00.001-08:00

After spending the weekend enveloped in my home watching films about paleolithic caves with Donald, it struck me how much I love those moments; when films allow me to forget trivialities. It fills me with an optimistic hope and an appreciation for the vast history of human achievement. It has the same affect as coveted novels, the ones that I read so long ago and yet they still continue to shape me. Of course, not every film can have this everlasting effect, but the following have for me:

El Espiritu de la Colmena by Victor Erice
The mood of the film has always resonated with me, in silent moments I can recall Ana Torrent's illuminated face and her meaningful expressions. Various scenes have been imprinted in my head as my favorite images; a close-up of a golden bee's nest and two small girls sleeping on ornate bedframes. It's endlessly beautiful.

Through a Glass Darkly by Ingmar Bergman
I watched this alone many years ago (perhaps Donald had enough of my "Bergman marathon" back then) and was profoundly affected by every word. It's not surprising considering most Bergman films contain language which mirror similarities in my own life. In this case it was startling, and I've not been able to rewatch it since although I still value the impact and treasure it immensely.

The Adventures of Antoine Doinel by Francois Trauffaut
A light hearted and fundamental tale. My sister and I obsessively watched the entire Antoine Doinel collection when I started high school. We camped out on the couch and watched them all in a row, a feat considering this was a pre-netflix era which meant that you had to buy a foreign film to see it! I can still remember the initial joy of seeing each one for the first time. I wish I could go back and do it all over again.

3 Women by Robert Altman
They say never judge a book by its cover (or a dvd box in this case) but then I would have never come upon 3 Women. Some years ago I paced the shelves of a media-store and became enticed by the dark eyes of Shelly Duvall. I stood firm by my choice and went home to find out what it would uncover. It was a perfect fit and the character of Millie Lammoreaux forever influenced me from that moment on. It's the reason why my bedroom has only had mustard yellow tones (as does hers).

Ordet by Carl Dreyer
I have a lot of good memories of randomly finding movies while flipping channels. Well, perhaps not. Most of them have been novelties of course, but on one fateful day I landed on Ordet. It instantly affected me, with its deliberately slow dialogue and haunting subject matter. The last 10 minutes of the film are still the best that I've ever seen, and thank goodness that I was introduced to Carl Dreyer.

Badlands by Terrence Malick
When I saw Badlands for the first time I was in the crosshairs of my own adolescence; naive at times, but always with good intentions. It mirrored the characters of the film and allowed me to be immersed wholeheartedly. It didn't hurt that I love Sissy Spacek in whatever she does and that a sense of nostalgia lingered through each scene.

Vertigo by Alfred Hitchcock
I've seen most Hitchcock films and they've all been influential, although not as much as Vertigo. I first saw it when I was a young tot and my parents made me watch it, of course I didn't understand a thing, and could not appreciate it. Luckily I re-discovered it years later and it became an instant classic. I love James Stewart and San Francisco so it's a big love affair!

There are countless other affecting films but these are my favorites x

macaron memories

2012-01-10T00:15:00.000-08:00

It's been more than a year since I've been out of the country or visited a new land with its own beautiful delicacies. Hopefully this year that will change! Perhaps that's why I seek out macarons in my own town, as they remind me of some incredible vacation memories. I took this photo on a walk through Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat, after my visit to the Villa Ephrussi.

While there I had a cappuccino and two macarons, amidst the most surreal landscape and sitting room. Eating alone can sometimes be awkward but I had no such feelings here.

The room was empty, aside from a kind waiter who smiled (or laughed) at my attempts to speak French.

Then in Nice, Donald and I walked through narrow streets looking for something to eat. My eye spotted a massive pile of macarons and I charged toward them. Everything was so bright in Nice, even the macarons were almost neon.

Hopefully I will have more macaron memories. For now, here's a video I made a few months back when my hair was longer. If you ever wondered how to dismantle a macaron, look no further! x

morning meals

2012-01-07T09:44:00.000-08:00

When the weekend arrives, it means that I finally have time to make a delicious breakfast. On a typical work day I usually grab raisin toast and have it with light cream cheese. I love cooking so the weekend is my time to rejoice and make as many egg-related meals as possible, or so it seems. Here are a few breakfast photos from the last year:

Cafe au lait with an herbed egg over potatoes

Erlend's favorite, an egg over haricot vert

Egg-in-a-heart basket with cappuccino

Baked egg with peppered toast. This is easy and only requires you to crack an egg and bake for 5-10 minutes.

A poached egg over arugula with avocado and cherry tomatoes. This has been my favorite for a few months. I also stopped drinking coffee in favor of tea and mostly eat poached eggs now.

You may have noticed that I use the same cup to drink my coffee and tea, it's from a lovely cafe in Barcelona called Els Quatre Gats. I loved the atmosphere inside, with its many paintings on the walls from the early 1900s. I had to bring a little part of it back home with me.

What do you have for breakfast?

wishful for spring

2012-01-04T00:30:00.002-08:00

It seems that everyone is catching some type of cold and I'm afraid I was not immune to it! Luckily, the weather in Los Angeles has been incredibly similar to Spring; warm sun and light flooding through tree branches. It serves as an endless purveyor of optimism for me.

I know we've just arrived in January but I could use a little warmth to shake off this long Winter. I dislike the sun setting so early as it means impromptu trips after work are few and far between. That means no afternoon macarons or beautifully lit eateries around town.

Walking through the snow in Appleton was still joyful, after all it allowed me to wear my velvet dress without profusely sweating. When the first sign of Spring appears, I plan to cultivate new flowers on the patio. I suppose I still have quite some time to decide which ones!

last remnants of the year

2012-01-02T00:15:00.000-08:00

New Years Eve came and went just as any other day, only with slightly more importance attached. I've always appreciated the yearly separations of time and the ability to cultivate new beginnings. While it is true, that any day could propel a new start, there's something encouraging about a blank canvas. I've had plenty of reflections on the past and the future, of what I could do and become. All of it has yet to be seen and will surely manifest upon these pages in the next months!

Getting ready to go...

...and putting on a special dress.

We went to a little French restaurant that had impressionist paintings on the walls. It had a traditional brasserie feel and the meals were hearty. We spoke of our hopes for the new year, accepted the misfortunes that inevitably came with time, and most importantly reminisced on jovial moments.

Dessert came it and it was just right! Cracking the crème brûlée shell is my favorite.

Then we came home and drank lots of peach champagne. We did the traditional countdown and reveled in the night.

Hope yours was great too x

nothing like home

2011-12-31T11:20:00.000-08:00

I'm back in Los Angeles, thrilled to be surrounded by my doting cats (who miss us so much when we're gone) and some beautiful gifts that I can finally revel in at home. I asked Santa for a lovely tablecloth with a display of birds and painted flowers; he obliged. It fills the house with a painterly affection, something I hope for on most days.

My cat Eirik (we call her Tiny) being ever so loyal.

I was so delighted to get my own Le Creuset pot which will surely be around for decades. I hope to use it every week in 2012, constructing delicious meals such as roasted trout or perhaps a souffle. I love functional items, the kind that I can use on most days.

Neither of these things are new, in fact I've had them in my closet for years, waiting for the right time to emerge. I'll be wearing this tonight for New Years Eve dinner with my boyfriend. Every year we watch films, enjoy a long dinner, and come home to see the ball drop with champagne. I wouldn't have it any other way!

Happy New Year! xx

a merry occasion

2011-12-27T00:10:00.000-08:00

Christmas day was as lovely as expected. The whole day was spent enjoying time with loved ones, playing games and intermittently opening gifts. I wore the velvety dress that Donald gave me for Christmas and dined on a bounty of delights.

Christmas Eve dinner looked like this: salmon, asparagus, mushrooms, brussel sprouts and potatoes with onions.

It's hard to believe that it was our eighth Christmas spent together. Needless to say, the holidays wouldn't be as special without one another.

Christmas Day dinner looked like this: butternut squash, stuffing, mashed potatoes, green beans and a mediterranean spinach entree.

I accepted new additions with open arms, like cat eye sunglasses from Donald's lovely parents and yet another new dress! However, I mostly enjoyed watching others receive what they had hoped for and hearing laughter permeate the room.

A wonderful and endlessly relaxing time was spent in Appleton, now it's time to board a plane back to sunny California! x

holiday slumber

2011-12-25T18:34:00.000-08:00

After staying indoors for days, it was time to resurface for the Christmas Eve celebration. I did my best to bundle outdoors which was a fruitless endeavor considering my silk dress. The snow-filled landscape was calming.

It was clear and tranquil one moment and then in the next, an unexpected flurry of snow would descend. We eventually retired inside where endless plates of decadent food came my way. Oh heavens! I hope you all enjoyed a wonderful Christmas! x

appleton

2011-12-22T17:23:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I arrived at my yearly Christmas destination, a small town called Appleton in the midwest. It is my boyfriends hometown; where he moved from to live with me.

This is his family's home, which is my home as well in a sense. The first snow fell last night, and it lightly coated the town's floors.

The inside is warm and traditional; family portraits are hung in every room. In my own home you would only find a small remnant of me on the wall. I suppose I've always been modest in this way.

The sky was clear before the snow came, and a display of pink clouds blanketed the horizon. In my city a tall building would obstruct such a perfect view. I'm looking forward to long unstructured days with many scenic views of snow and river passes.

advent: where I live

2011-12-20T11:35:00.000-08:00

Although today I am getting on a plane and leaving for snowy lands, it's fitting to discuss where I currently live for the holiday advent. I have always resided in the San Fernando Valley of Los Angeles, a place that has many misrepresentations. Some it is true, like the vapid conversations of most locals, but I mainly consider it to be a homely place. It is what you make of it.

I specifically live near the hills of Topanga Canyon, my home of nearly four years, there are many tree-lined streets and lovely views of the city. Previously, I lived in condensed city blocks which only provided frustration. I am a city girl in many ways but prefer suitable space to breathe and think.

From our home, you could drive twenty minutes through steep windy roads and reach Malibu. However, we don't take the trip out as often as we should!

Our personal space has a balcony like the ones pictured above. We can see the clouds if we are lucky, but in Los Angeles that's usually just after or during a storm.

In the summer it looked like this. I can't wait for it to be hydrangea season again.

Sometimes my boyfriend and I will climb the high mountains nearby to see a majestic view. It always provides clarity for the both of us, offering a new perspective on our sometimes infantile worries.

The thing about Los Angeles is that it is vast and if you've lived here your entire life, then you feel like every crevice of the city is an extension of your home. I took the above photo of my sister in Los Feliz for a series called, "Where We're From" in 2008. Truthfully, I love where I live, but I could imagine myself somewhere else too like the Cote D'azur (in my dreams) or Santa Barbara! Can you tell that I love an oceanic landscape?

darling additions

2011-12-19T19:35:00.000-08:00

It is the season of giving and receiving; these are some of the cute items I have gotten this holiday season thus far (many more not pictured).

This is my new iphone kitty case. Although I gave this to myself, it could not have been purchased without my lovely boyfriend driving me to Little Tokyo. It was his gift to me in a roundabout kind of way!

Meow Meow.

My sister gave me this wonderful book called, "The Art of French Baking". She knows the way to my heart. I appreciate a moody novel as much as the next young adolescent, however, I can't help but love a great instructional guide. Teach me the ways of the world, I say.

As I mentioned in my future dreams post, I plan on baking through much of this book in 2012. That includes choux buns, souffles, fruit tarts and whatever else delights my mood.

In a similar vein, my boyfriend bought me this lovely mini teacake mold. He knows how much I treasure afternoon tea, and I suppose it only makes sense to go all the way or not at all. I truly adore a man who understands why I would love this.

Last but not least, he surprised me with this velvety jewel, perfect for my upcoming trip to snowy parts. There's something incredibly charming about your significant other purchasing a special garment with you in mind.

I hope you all give and receive special items, but most importantly, enjoy your moments with loved ones! x

a bit of japan

2011-12-17T22:37:00.000-08:00

My boyfriend and I spent a lovely evening on Saturday night in Little Tokyo; our eyes were as hungry as our bellies. I always appreciate the unique packaging in Japanese supermarket lanes, and the elaborate displays of plastic food in restaurant windows. The attention to detail is something I admire, especially when combined with edibles!

We chose a lovely dinner spot with tatami mats, forcing us to eat quite intimately. It was great. Many small plates were ordered (the most outlandish were eaten by Donald) and they were all beautifully organized.

At one point, an entire Japanese family arrived with seven adorable children. At that moment, I wished I understood a language other than English and Spanish as they seemed so animated. Luckily, their excited gestures still provided entertainment.

I was quite elated and became more so when we continued to wander the halls of random markets. I found a new phone cover which resembles a black cat (photos soon!) and drank my beloved boba. A fine night, indeed.

advent: future dreams

2011-12-16T00:20:00.000-08:00

This is my second post for the advent on Emily's blog, my first post about my favorite songs is here. I like the topic of future dreams, especially since the onset of a new year always brings up such thoughts naturally. In general, I want to enjoy the simplicity of life every day and never take it for granted. That means being able to dream up new projects, new interests, and be able to cultivate them. I hope the impending year is extra special and filled with as much loveliness as possible.

A list of loveliness:

- Develop all of my old film rolls and fill a large picture book with them. Also, force my pocketbook to purchase some more film.

- Visit large mountains in faraway lands that sit close to the water. This has been a longtime dream that I hope to accomplish next year!

- Bake most of the delicacies from the book my sister bought me. Hopefully I can donate the leftovers to stray cats.

- Spend as much time with my boyfriend as possible. Busy schedules need to clear up for more nights staying in or going out!

There are also the necessary dreams, which require work and continuous effort. One of my great vices is that I constantly want to improve or change. That may sound complimentary, but it can be relentless! I hope to utilize this and change the landscape of my day.

A list that requires effort:

- Continue working on my Graphic Design degree and perhaps finish my Art History degree once and for all.

- Get my driver's license and buy a new car. I'll be 24 next year and I still can't drive (damn you, Los Angeles!)

- The obligatory, but absolutely necessary, reading of many books.

What are you looking forward to next year?

the long holiday

2011-12-14T07:56:00.000-08:00

Every year in December I celebrate Christmas about three times, usually because my family splits off into different parts of the world. This year was especially early because my sister was leaving for England on the 14th. We met up to eat truffle ravioli, watch White Christmas (as we do every year), and make Mexican hot chocolate from scratch.

One of the gifts that I gave my sister was a box of fresh macarons in every flavor.

Fruitesse in much too fancy glasses (this is beer after all).

Erlend wanted presents too.

And then the moment arrives when you open your gifts, which others so thoughtfully chose.

I think she liked it!

Being silly. It was a nice time, but I look forward even more of what's to come.

advent: favorite songs

2011-12-13T10:51:00.000-08:00

Inspired by the holiday advent that is going on at Emily's blog and here, I thought I'd do a few that I liked for the remainder of the month.
I loved reading about the favorite songs of others, especially when memories were attached.

When I consider the ultimate song and the mood it imparts, I think of Arvo Pärt's Fratres. It took me years of playing it in various settings to fully appreciate every note. When I hear it now, it takes me back to December 2008 when I found myself on a bus in the Czech countryside. I felt too lucky to be in a place that I dreamt of and simultaneously unlucky in friendship. It encapsulated every sentiment I had and reinforced my belief in incredible individuals. I don't think I could ever truly convey the thoughts that I have when listening, but I know it feels like home.

Fratres by Arvo Pärt

My second favorite song for the last few years has been À L’ombre De Nous by Francis Lai. I usually play it when I feel in-love or when I want to relax. When I hear it, I picture lovers who enjoy being in other's presence without having to say a word. It's the kind of intimacy that I've always cherished, when understanding transcends explanation.

A L'ombre De Nous (In Our Shadow) by Francis Lai

Top Image: Me in Prague, Bottom: Scene from Un Homme et une Femme

bûche de noël

2011-12-12T00:25:00.000-08:00

My sister and I spent some lovely moments together this weekend before she's off to England for a month. We baked our very first bûche de noël. The best part was decorating the log and emulating the crevices of natural bark.

Lots of whipping took place and folding decadent ingredients into fluffy clouds.

It all comes together, somehow, and allows you to roll it up with thick chocolate cream inside.

We were very pleased. Whoever invented edible tree logs should be handsomely rewarded!

instant photos

2011-12-09T00:15:00.000-08:00

After revisiting my camera history, it's only fair to pay homage to the new "instant camera"; the mobile phone. It takes me back to my many camera mistakes of badly loaded film, broken cameras, cheap holgas, and the wonders of a blurred digital photo.

This was from a lovely dinner a few weeks ago in Malibu. December in California can be quite majestic at times.

When two Erlend's collide. Above is my cat Erlend, sitting quietly in our living room, and below is Erlend Øye at a very odd afterparty in October. Needless to say those types of gatherings have never been for me, and I'd prefer to be in cozy quarters with my cat!

Glimpses of my bedroom. A portrait of Béatrice de Rothschild that I purchased at the Villa Ephrussi with some coveted novels and keepsakes.

The frames that rest above my bed; two deliciously feminine films that have in inspired me in many ways.

photo history

2011-12-06T21:37:00.000-08:00

I've owned various cameras throughout the years and often remember them fondly, like old acquaintances that you remember vaguely. It all began with the archaic disposable camera (pre-digital times!) before being dazzled by small megapixeled-digital cameras in the early 2000s.

In my teens I used the obligatory polaroid camera (thanks for shutting down kodak, sheesh) and a modestly priced digital camera.

By the time I had decided to photograph live shows, I was the only one not ashamed to have a modest kit and use 35mm film.

I eventually settled on my Leica minilux (my lover) and a trusty digital camera that is the size of my hand.

Truthfully, I wish I could use film a lot more, but it costs so much! I have many undeveloped rolls that I hope to rediscover in 2012.

white, red and silver

2011-12-05T17:32:00.000-08:00

The house feels so warm when December rolls around. This year I made a new wreath using paper filters, but everything else is quite old. I'm content that the result resembles a flower, or something equally billowing and soft. My sister and I made our own stockings a few years back. We did not grow up with this tradition (we are Mexican!) but we adapted it in our own way. Hers is the one with sparkling tones and mine has a dala horse which I stitched.

Those from Scandi regions might recognize some of the decorations; I've always loved the Christmas imagery from faraway lands. My boyfriend and I especially love the tomtes which our cats choose to rip down and chew, year after year; that's why there are no ornaments on the bottom of the tree.

Although my own Christmas traditions were quite sparse, my father had a lovely collection of small wooden ornaments that I remember treasuring. I like to include a few random ones in his memory that I found at a flea market years ago.

A mini woodlands exists in the dining room; where Christmas pervades our daily meals.

Do you have any Christmas traditions?

Hello!

2011-12-04T16:02:00.000-08:00

I feel quite regretful that this space has been neglected for a few months now. Lapses of time seem so small in retrospect. To say that I was focused on more pressing matters would be a fitting description. Things are smoothed out now and there's lots to look forward to! This is how the last few months looked like for me:

August

My beautiful Erlend got sick but managed to get healed quick. She is my inspiration!

September

I reconnected with an old friend which spurred many positive moments. If only that could happen more often! I also made madeleines in anticipation of Fall. I love to bring out the madeleine pan when the mood is just right.

October

I had my annual Halloween party and went as a pierette.

The night was full of laughter and food.

November
We celebrated Thanksgiving and the making of more home-made sweets.

December (so far)

Many outings to various stores for Holiday gifting. Finally made it to Hannah's store in Pasadena which was nice and cozy.

It's nice to be back! :)

beautiful cinema

2011-08-01T00:04:00.000-07:00

I took a little break in posting to revel in summer delights. Longer nights means more opportunities to watch films,
even revisit them.Most of the films that I tend to love are darker in nature; the Ingmar Bergman type. I suppose the
intensity draws me to them and feels natural. Initially, what drew me to the Red Shoes years ago was Michael Powell,
but through multiple viewings I've found various reasons to return to it. A red mane, saturated tones and exaggerated
gestures. I especially love the setting when in Monaco, which looks so effortlessly beautiful.

delicacies

2011-07-19T00:03:00.000-07:00

Not every day can be filled with raspberry topped cakes, but luckily a photograph can prolong memories. Donald ordered this tart while I chose the grand macaron below. Most days are spent at work, then at home, then the same sequence over again. I'm not complaining, as I seem to fit nice moments and adventures throughout the weeks. Every photo tells a story.

I spent my birthday at this cafe last year, when I turned 22. It is my favorite restaurant.

I ate this delicious salad with a poached egg while in Nevada exactly one week ago.

I passed these empty tables on the way to more desserts!

It feels so nice to remember moments, in a fleeting cascade. The truth is that I tend to be quite private, which leads me to forget details. Most people I see on a daily basis don't know what I do for leisure, or where I go. I suppose I've always reserved such things for the right time, in the right place. Or perhaps I learned that only some will understand the experiences I treasure.

eight years

2011-07-13T09:50:00.000-07:00

Today marks eight years that I've been with my boyfriend. We spent the last days having nice meals (photos soon!), experiencing bouts of leisure with coffee in hand, and drifting toward fake replicas of Parisian bridges. Sometimes it astounds me, how little I converse with most people, but how much I can say to him. I rarely process what is said before it departs my lips. I suppose that's a true measure of how much I adore someone.

wrapped in light

2011-07-06T11:19:00.000-07:00

I had the nicest weekend; the kind you hope for when kept relentlessly busy throughout the week. I spent some time in the comfort of my own home and had a few spontaneous outings. I've lived here for almost three years, my furniture and collection of frames have remained loyal and unmoved. The only addition at this time, comes in the form of a bundled pink dress on the couch. I bought it during an uncharacteristically-proposed shopping trip from my boyfriend. I welcome these types of rarities like the finding of a deep-sea pearl! I plan on wearing it in a few days when the setting changes and we find ourselves meandering in Nevada.

on the horizon

2011-07-03T00:03:00.000-07:00

Although I do love staying at home with Erlend and witnessing a rare display of pink clouds, I've planned two small trips this month. In a week my boyfriend and I will be in Nevada for a few days, in a town that I usually see once a year. It's the sort of place that I wouldn't imagine knowing well but alas, I do. I enjoy revisiting my favorite places and look forward to resting in a grand room like a sloth. A few weeks later, we'll hop on a boat to explore an island off the coast of California. I'm looking forward to this the most, as large bodies of water always make me feel so content. Ironically, the last time I visited another California island was during a school outing at age 10. It was then that I developed a long-standing fear of swimming in deep oceans; it's much easier to simply admire them!

vintage & feminine

2011-06-30T10:56:00.000-07:00

I love vintage book covers. Especially when feminine aesthetics are applied such as cursive and red hues. Perhaps it's coincidence
that I enjoy the subjects on display but it all fits together so nicely. I only wish I could have found these in a book store! It was
also lovely to see some of my photos on Elsa's blog. It takes my memories to new places, something I enjoy immensely.

my two loves

2011-06-29T00:05:00.000-07:00

Afternoon tea and my long-time love during more care-free times. I love the following line, "it’s not just a fairytale, it's painted by me" because I understand it completely. I prefer to surround myself with loveliness instead of a reveling in frowns. I appreciate small pleasures such as having the first get-together at my house in months, and receiving new ferragamos in the post. Of course even simpler things would suffice, like seeing new films or staying awake through the night with no specific purpose. Another long weekend awaits, and perhaps I'll experience it all.

Blonde Redhead - Pink Love

in bloom

2011-06-22T00:01:00.000-07:00

I bought a lovely bag last weekend. I tend to gravitate toward the hand-held type perhaps because it feels more scholarly, like I could stuff several books inside. Of course I never do but just the thought is nice.

I don't usually carry much with me. When I go out I always bring red lipstick, lotion, and my necessities such as wallet and phone. From time to time I'll bring the bracelet my sister gave me, but only for nice occasions.

history of a redhead

2011-06-19T00:04:00.001-07:00

I've listened to Kings of Convenience for ten years. Time really flies. I've attached so many memories to their songs, many of them lovely and some quite awkward during my adolescence. When I was thirteen, I excitedly wrote an email to Eirik informing him that one of their songs seemed to describe the end of a film I liked. He was kind, and told me that it wasn't intentional but that he could see why. Later I met them both, and spent some time with Erlend and my friends before a show. It's hard to imagine what interesting tales I could have divulged at fourteen, but alas, the photo above was taken then. Even more comical was at seventeen when Erlend sang on my phone's answering machine. It's a story I dislike mentioning simply because the recording was lost through a phone shuffle.

Even through the years, when my musical tastes shifted toward indeterminate sounds, they were always influential in one way or another. Firstly, my cats are named in homage to the two (and to cool Scandinavian names in general). Then there's the story of how my hair became red six years ago. I knew that I was destined to be a redhead through many childhood attempts, but the extra push came from a gangly Norwegian with a fiery mane. What has always drawn me to certain people, is their ability to be simplistic while being layered. I've always experienced that feeling listening to their songs and seeing their videos; especially the one below.

when the weather allows

2011-06-16T21:25:00.000-07:00

I haven't had plants to care for since I was a child. Back then we had an abundance of fruitful trees that produced tangerines, lemons and grapefruits. In past years if I was given flowers on special occasions, I would simply accept their short life as being unavoidable. My favorite flowers are hydrangeas, which I'm now learning require so much water. Oh how things turnaround! Now I dislike the sight of wilting flowers.

I sit here for barefoot meals, which always feel best with company.

I'm still working on a few things!

imagining a personal space

2011-06-09T19:06:00.000-07:00

Prior to setting foot in this pink villa, I never felt the need to have my own garden space. I loved to admire them, even make long treks to be in their command, but it always seemed impossible to attain that peace whilst living in the city. My balcony oversees a tree-lined street and while we've enjoyed the view often, we've sat outside sparingly. Recently I've been working on getting it into shape. It's a small space but I'm including what I think is romantic and would make me want to go outside. I'm happy to say that it's almost done and here's a sneak peak.

mary janes

2011-06-02T00:25:00.000-07:00

Things I love: my old marc jacobs mary janes, light leaks on my phone's photo editor, having dinner on my patio and admiring these book covers. Of course, finding new things to enjoy is something I hope to cultivate more often once summer formally begins.

with clasped hands

2011-05-29T16:49:00.000-07:00

Yesterday evening, my boyfriend and I went to the Getty. I've visited countless times; for leisure, with an architecture guide and with friends from out of town. It is one of the few places in the city that I think is truly immaculate. Although the exterior surroundings are modern, yesterday felt like a day to be immersed in Boucher. It was also lovely to be there with Donald, who usually prefers to stay away from such ornate settings. I understand the sentiment; a dichotomy exists within myself as well, of preferring modern sensibilities while simultaneously adoring the past.

I spent some time in the lovely garden, these were the flowers that we liked the most.

I have a long holiday weekend, which means today is for staying indoors and watching many films. I am thrilled!

reading girls

2011-05-27T11:37:00.001-07:00

Gabriel Ferrier

Winslow Homer

Nothing quite like seeing lovely girls reading and depicted by beautiful brush strokes of color.
Reading novels has always been an important aspect of my life. In recent years I focused much
more on other interests, which sometimes led me to the written page, but not with the same
intensity. It was when I was thirteen, that a sudden furor of curiosity led me to the novels of
Hermann Hesse. His words both formed and reinforced my own internal narrative. Naturally, I
aligned my perception of others and relationships around the simplicity described in his tales.
In later years, I preferred to stick to indeterminate stories, possibly because I became more so myself.

My nightstand with some old books

pieces of may

2011-05-25T14:18:00.000-07:00

These are photos from my phone in May. This is Erlend on our couch. I always say she is the love of my life!

The shirt I wore to work today.

A gift my boyfriend gave me three years ago. I carry it with me every day.

Flowers near my home.

My sun hat and dress. Recently we've received immaculate weather, something that always makes me feel incredibly optimistic. My disposition always remains neutral. Something that can either be swayed by sullen clouds or in this case, their absence. Although I sometimes enjoy the listlessness of winter and spring, the enduring need for nostalgic memories of warmth makes me long to create new ones.

Francis Lai- Vivre Pour Vivre

montjuïc

2011-05-18T00:10:00.000-07:00

Perhaps we all have those days where reminiscing seems fitting. I've never shared these photos from a very special day last year, spent on the montjuïc hill in Barcelona. I love sprawling gardens, stray cats and beautiful museums: all of which I found there. We walked the entire length of the area and found plenty of charming spots like the national art museum of Catalonia.

I loved Spain; even the kitties were effortlessly beautiful.

the life of a cat

2011-05-15T13:54:00.000-07:00

I was so pleased yesterday when I got to spend the whole day at home with my boyfriend. Usually we're both busy with something; studies, work or me going around town. A whole day with that lovely coif, and doing just the things I love. I need more of those days. I think my cat Erlend experiences that relaxation everyday, which brings more truth to the idea that we should fashion our lives after cats.

playclothes

2011-05-11T00:27:00.000-07:00

My sister and I went to a lovely vintage shop called Playclothes in Burbank (the town I was born in!) and looked around. There were plenty of charming dresses and even a large cat that met me in a corridor. Unfortunately, he ran away before I could get his photo.

This is their wonderfully large dressing room and me wearing a fur-lined sweater below.

The ceilings are quite immaculate for such a relatively simple area, but it also makes you want to pop inside. My sister loved the section that had vintage bracelets, fitted with long-forgotten names like "Penny" and "Loretta". Alas, there was no "Valerie" in the bunch.

I gravitated toward the small collection of books, picking up the one on Swedish Grace. I love design books with specific narratives.

bubblegum

2011-05-09T00:01:00.000-07:00

I've been a devout Clinic fan for many years and loved their last record. It's like a sweet kiss that you give your loved one; it's meant to be shared. My favorite song has always been bubblegum and the accompanying video cements its perfection.

(video below)

pasty

2011-05-06T14:08:00.000-07:00

I haven't visited the beach nearest my house in several months; something my pasty limbs can attest to. My boyfriend and I went a few days ago and it was so windy. Our plans of reading quietly and eating picnic fare got swallowed by the wind. Instead, the sound of ocean static and the infinite horizon pervaded our thoughts. It was lovely.

endless berries

2011-05-04T13:11:00.001-07:00

We had brunch a few days back at Bottega Louie. As someone who's lived in Los Angeles my entire life, eating comfortably in the downtown area is a welcome novelty. Aside from Little Tokyo & nights on the town, I tend to prefer the west-side for relaxing moments. Even more relaxing is being at home, on the outskirts, and far from the bulk of our city's population. Perhaps the waiters and pastry chefs were intent on spoiling us, aside from the visual feast, there's the fact that they kept calling me Miss Enriquez. I could get used to that, but shouldn't! Leave it to my sister and I to exhaust the curiosities of which ingredients inhabit what; in the end we picked an elaborate chocolate financier and walked through town.

at my sister's house

2011-05-02T11:46:00.000-07:00

Since my sister moved to her new place, I have found myself sitting on her bed with cloud-printed linens each Saturday night. We always make small meals such as caramelized onion tarts or a chocolate mousse. She has a very cute collection of items, like an egg cup with a dipped "soldier" and a magnet of robin's eggs.

cat heaven

2011-04-27T10:26:00.000-07:00

A few months ago I bought this calendar for the new year. There's a new kitty for each month. They are all so sweet!

I also got this booklet full of cats; it provides endless laughter and joy.

spellbound

2011-04-26T14:31:00.000-07:00

One of my favorite films - and an excuse to see Gregory Peck!

a last memory from villa ephrussi

2011-04-24T14:43:00.000-07:00

Today I am thinking of making a chocolate cream pie with yellow and blue peeps on top. In the last few years, I've been secretly harboring a love for making my own savory and baked goods. It's terribly domestic of me. By now I have my go-to favorites like honey madeleines and a home-made mousse, but the collection can always grow.Happy Easter x

some buildings I like

2011-04-20T14:31:00.000-07:00

If I'm being honest, I look at buildings before anything else in day to day life. People have different
reasons for visiting a location, and it can vary all the time. For me it usually revolves around a favorite
building or architect, such as the barcelona pavillion, the salk institute, the kostnice chapel, and the
aforementioned villa savoye. Perhaps one day I'll see these beauties in their respective lands.

Locations: Aasiaat, Berlin, Riola, Reykjavík, Illinois, Hyvinkää and Ronchamp.
(photos from my tumblr)

saint-jean-cap-ferrat

2011-04-18T09:21:00.000-07:00

In order to find this beautiful peninsula, and the villa ephrussi, I took a thirty minute bus ride through the winding roads of the cote d'azur. It was rather inconceivable to me; the ride there and that I was not simply lost in reverie. Since I ventured on my own, I considered how I might be unable to delineate what I saw, or how I felt. I listened to this song when I drove through the area and it brings back the memories, the way a novel can recall a past sentiment.

Love Like a Sunset - Phoenix

the weekend

2011-04-16T00:23:00.000-07:00

I'm so glad the weekend has come so that I can enjoy my mornings at home. This display is over my desk and includes
the photo I took of Sofia, my dream house, my cat erlend, me in london when I had bangs and some keepsakes from
Paris and Prague.

inside the villa ephrussi

2011-04-13T13:39:00.000-07:00

One of my favorite days ever was spent at the Villa Ephrussi. Before I went, I was in a contemplative mood and since I was on my own, went into it further. Although the insides reflect an inconceivable grandeur, I felt like a simple person could live there. Perhaps the surroundings had something to do with it.

un homme et une femme

2011-04-12T00:53:00.000-07:00

One of my favorite albums is the soundtrack for Un Homme et Une Femme. The film itself has the perfect amount of understated
intimacy, while still being somewhat realistic. The songs go so well with many occasions that I often play them at home; with loved
ones and friends.

Francis Lai - Aujourd'hui C'est Toi'

a gift from england

2011-04-10T17:41:00.000-07:00

My sister goes to England a few times a year and always tells me about a patisserie with my name. She finally brought back a lovely little mug that I can use for my morning coffee or tea.

grace

2011-04-08T19:33:00.000-07:00

She was truly the most beautiful. When I was in Monaco she was everywhere, street names, flower gardens and of course the chruch where she lies. Most of my influences tend to be quite masculine but Grace is the exception!

unité d’habitation

2011-04-07T13:39:00.000-07:00

Le Corbusier, 1952. Perhaps the exception to brutalism.

monaco, volume two

2011-04-06T18:37:00.000-07:00

We spent a lot of time behind this balcony, seeing the moon at night and how close it sat on the water. Mainly we were sloths, reveling in a comfy bed indoors. My boyfriend worked at times so I went on a few adventures alone, like going to a pink villa forty-five minutes away and getting lost in the web of connecting townships. It was all immensely beautiful!

monaco, volume one

2011-04-04T12:47:00.000-07:00

It's almost been a full year since I was in Monaco. I suppose it's a good time as any, to reminisce over that rare occasion. I spent a week on that small land, more than enough time to see the area's lovely offerings. There was a Damien Hirst exhibition at the Musée Océanographique that I saw, and a cave that I crawled into. Unfortunately one cannot live off of store-bought madeleines and nutella toast, so it was only my temporary solace!

cria cuervos

2011-04-03T11:40:00.000-07:00

One of the sweetest films, in a sad sense. Ana Torrent is so moving that she's in two of my favorite films.

pavello mies van der rohe

2011-03-31T22:06:00.000-07:00

A lovely little "box" as my boyfriend said. He doesn't know who mies van der rohe is, nevertheless he's still sweet to accompany me on my pilgrimages.

hermit

2011-03-30T15:05:00.000-07:00

I've always been an expressive person to a certain extent; either through words, design, or
photographs mainly. I used to revel in cementing my immediate sentiments. Presumably, because
I don't relate to many things which others relate to, I became disinterested in transcending a wordless
space. Perhaps the tales I read were too much about fiction and less about how things manifest. At
intervals I side with realism; feeling that the seriousness of everyday life is too often omitted. But
then I return to a natural place that mirrors the early writings of Goethe and the songs of a bird.

from the archive

2011-03-23T10:47:00.000-07:00

Part of a series I did that described some awful juvenile feeling, 2008.

happy holidays

2010-12-28T17:29:00.000-08:00

For my boyfriend.

pieces of spain

2010-09-01T21:55:00.000-07:00

Rather than describe everything in frenetic detail, I'd prefer to revisit places as I do in memory; disjointed and in
short bursts that recount profound feelings. I look back to this day quite a bit. I mostly remember elaborate chirping
in the air. And the labyrinth that seemed threatening within, but lovely from above. It was in horta-guinardó, a quiet
retreat in Barcelona. At the end of the day, we shared churros and coffee at the Cafe de l'Opera.

last days of summer

2010-08-25T18:26:00.000-07:00

To say that time has flown by would not suffice. Summer is something that I both treasure and wish away. The heat
here can be mild or menacing. Lately it's been the latter and I'm looking forward to the sun tucking down before
midday. The framed photo is from two years ago in summer, when my sister and I were in Versailles; such a lovely time!

you forget so easy....

2010-05-30T19:44:00.000-07:00

It's been nearly a month since I returned from my 2 week trip to Mediterranean parts. I've yet to develop my film rolls but will do in time. Meanwhile I've been happily immersed in my everyday life, discovering the benefits of drinking framboise lambic through the night, and with company.

louis kahn's salk institute

2010-04-08T22:19:00.000-07:00

Last weekend I spent a few nights nestled within the mountains near La Jolla. A small break from a repetitive schedule. I persuaded my companions to finally visit the salk institute with me. The pacific ocean looms beyond the concrete monolith, softening each edge. It was quite immaculate and worth the wait!

bitten lips

2010-03-28T19:36:00.001-07:00

Erlend likes to observe everything that I do.

i breathe something opaque in the air

2010-03-24T15:19:00.001-07:00

"I have had real adventures. I can recapture no detail but I perceive the
rigorous succession of circumstances."

en honor de españa

2010-03-20T00:29:00.000-07:00

Last year I planned a trip to Barcelona only to come home short of making it there (I got an ailment in Paris).
A few days ago I finalized a trip that will have me setting foot in catalunya & the cote d'azur next month. I
didn't think I'd have another opportunity so I am very pleased. I have long loved the following songs from
spaniards; nostalgia at it's finest.

tiny et donald

2010-03-17T20:52:00.000-07:00

Something nice to come home to :)

market design

2010-03-14T14:12:00.000-07:00

My sister and I went to Japantown yesterday. The marukai market is exploding with oddities and quite good design

The very cute packages match my nail color

The drink Vanessa bought. Yum!

One of many things that I brought home. Very seventies

delicate

2010-03-09T23:25:00.000-08:00

My favorite new shirt

>My shorter hair. Once it passes my shoulders I feel like a sloth is strangling my neck

2010-03-06T01:43:00.000-08:00

erlend

2010-02-18T04:25:00.000-08:00

My cat sleeps far too much

nassau

2010-01-14T09:13:00.000-08:00

2010

first half of my holiday in snow

2010-01-05T08:31:00.000-08:00

I was in appleton for christmas & the beginning of the new year. I appreciate my time there immensely because the landscape is quite different from my own. After spending nearly ten days there, it was time to leave the snow

savory

2010-01-02T12:51:00.000-08:00

While visiting my boyfriend's family in wisconsin (5th year in a row?) we drove to Chicago on new year's eve

Visited the art institute's new addition. Apart from the brancusi collection I gravitated to the older arts & crafts section instead

The best contribution

Although freezing, I walked to mies' apartments before returning before midnight

some lovely gifts

2009-12-26T04:49:00.000-08:00

From my boyfriend

he also got me two Phaidon books

& two nice dresses!

here everything dissolves into shadowy recollections

2009-12-23T20:25:00.000-08:00

(from august 09)

I've stayed near the Sacre Coeur twice now, I will probably stay on the left bank next time.

Place de la Concorde

Walking through the Ile de la Cite

I don't have much to say about these photos. I have two rolls of undeveloped film from my time there that I prefer, but I seem to spend all of my money on clothes or something equally frivolous.

my favorites from josef albers

2009-12-21T17:14:00.000-08:00

Skyscrapers on Transparent Yellow, 1929

Bundled, 1925
Although he's usually known for his 'homage the square' series his earlier work is far more interesting.

le corbusier's villa savoye

2009-12-19T04:07:00.000-08:00

(from august 09)

Inexpressible space, the apotheosis of plastic emotion (as Corbu would say).

All it took was a train to Poissy from Paris and I was sitting on the lawn. I obsessed over it for quite a long time before finally making it there.

cat on rue andre gill

2009-12-18T19:28:00.000-08:00

walk through the tuileries + one of two cats staying at my hotel in Paris.

yet another museum visit

2009-12-14T23:37:00.000-08:00

Vanessa and I went to the Norton Simon Museum. It was raining and quite lovely.
This is obviously a Degas sculpture, I love the textured skirt. Also finally seeing Brancusi's Bird in Space was so fulfilling.

chris marker

2009-10-07T14:45:00.000-07:00

I should have dedicated a space for Chris Marker's films long ago, specifically La Jetée.
I'm mostly fascinated by his fixation on memory.

thom yorke at the orpheum

2009-10-05T18:07:00.000-07:00

Filmed by me (one of three parts).

The Eraser is one of my favorite albums ever. I listened to it heavily in 2006 and it often reminds me of how I felt then. The percussion yesterday was ridiculous and it seemed that The Eraser came to life.

leaving for paris tomorrow on my own!

2009-08-09T10:58:00.000-07:00

keepsakes

2009-08-03T13:18:00.000-07:00

I have quite a few dresses, some day I'll get around to organizing them. These are currently my favorites

Miu Miu-esque dress from Asos

Dahlia Broderie Anglaise dress that I got in Spring

Marc by Marc Jacobs that I bought in 2008

walls around me

2009-08-02T20:53:00.000-07:00

I live here with my boyfriend of many years

My beloved record player, the second one I've had.

My sister gave this to me at christmas one year

I'm quite infatuated with Phaidon and have many more around (this is a Bosch one).

phoenix & sofia coppola

2009-07-05T06:43:00.000-07:00

Seeing Sofia is kind of like seeing an apparition.

the remedy

2009-06-27T02:57:00.000-07:00

san francisco during summer

2009-06-17T09:53:00.000-07:00

It's rather frightening that this was my eleventh time to SF. A month ago I came with Vanessa for a gig and visited this time with Donald

my favorite hotel in SF

It overlooks Union Square and is quite dainty

During the day we visited the Legion of Honor. I'm not sure why it's so desolate but I appreciate the silence

This is on the drive home, passing pyramid lake