BOWS & BANDITS FALL 2012

I had so much fun styling the Fall 2012 lookbook for Bows & Bandits Vintage, shot by Jacob Pritchard. A mix of new, vintage and pieces from my own wardrobe, I like to call this look "outfits I wish I was wearing right now." Many thanks to our gorgeous model Rachel who brought us amazing gluten-free chocolate chip cookies she had baked herself, and to the whole fantastic team who let me play dress-up all day and call it "work."

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MEMORY OF A NORTH BAY SUNSET

Ok so maybe I'm procrastinating. Dragging my feet a little. Eking out the summertime memories here. I don't think anyone would blame me, but just in case, I did have some excuses planned for you (last weekend I was in Connecticut, the weekend before I was in Istanbul. Truly strange but truly true!)

But forget all that. Because honestly, in my mind's eye, I hope I will always be right here on this beach, on this gentle August evening, ginger beers that would become dark and stormies gently rolling in surf, with this on the tapedeck and sand up to my ankles and nothing left to do but build a bonfire and watch the sun going down, over the ocean, as it should be, for ever and always.

UP THE MOUNTAIN

No island summer is complete without at least one trip up to Pt. Disney, the top of our rock. Time after time I walk down that same dirt road and along the curves of that same well-worn footpath, and time after time, coming 'round that final bend, the view never fails to catch me off guard. You can't help but get a little still, a little stupefied. There's just so damn much of it. 

Bumping back down the mountain, blasting the tape deck and eating handfuls of sun-melted trail mix like no tomorrow, we stopped by the airstrip on the way home and came across an old airplane waiting patiently for her owner.

THE LIGHT ON THE ISLAND

It is absolutely incomprehensible to me that it has been two whole months since my plane touched down on West Coast soil, two months since the sweetest two and a half weeks of my 2012. Maybe because I think about these places and those people so often each day that, in my mind, I've never ever left.

In a history of fine island summers, I'd say this was definitely one for the books. The finest visitors, the finest reggae mix tapes, the best berry picking and the very best and most adorable lighthouse docent I ever did meet.

I took three big fat rolls of photos this trip, and these are from one of the first orders of business we got down to: our annual boat camping trip. Mom, Dad, Dag, Dog and I all piled into the Albin and set sail for our favorite spot. We ate hot dogs and fried our spuds up with fresh rosemary and garlic and gathered feathers in our hatbands and slept outside so we could watch for shooting stars. Our own Moonrise Kingdom.

JUST A SUMMER'S DAY

Summer is the city is not my idea of a good time, but every once in a while it has its perks. On this particular summer's day, we cashed in a year's worth of collected change and walked out of TD Bank a cool $52.00 richer. We blew it all on fancy French cookies, cold salmon, cucumber salad, and an hour and a half spent messing about in boats on the Lake in Central Park. 

Oh New York, you just keep me hangin' on, you just keep me hangin' on.