ALL QUIET

Where the heck have I been for the last month? ... No really, someone tell me! I don't know, I've been around I guess? Plugging away at work, sneaking off to see a movie or two, and pausing now and then to glare accusingly at a grey, gloomy June sky. 

I've also been dreaming and scheming about summer travel--and the most important part of any well plotted trip is, of course, reading material. Having the right book in your bag can make or break an adventure, and there's nothing like having just the right thing to read, at the right time, in the right place. Fall in New York with Just Kids; a cold, snowy January in the PNW with Jane Eyre; an escape to Tulum in November with Papa. You know what I mean.

It's looking like I'll be in Scandinavia at the end of this month for a few days, and I've already put holds at the library on these two volumes. Having missed out completely on Moomintroll when I was a kid (it was all about the Tomten in our house), I never gave Tove Jansson much thought. But I keep hearing such wonderful things about her novels that I figured it was high time I gave it a go.

What will you be reading this season?

ROGER THAT!

This is the time of year when I purposefully get off the train one station early just so I can stop and smell the roses.



And while we're on the subject: please join me in helping my friend Emily build a beautiful, edible garden that we can all enjoy. She's reached her original funding goal, but every extra penny helps in a big, big way!

(Photos by Alex)

TO THE BRIM

Been wearing a lot of different hats lately (literally, figuratively.) Photos stolen from Alex and Hannah, respectively.

READING WHILE EATING

 

When I came across a post on Food 52 titled "Reading While Eating", I had to pause and give a smile. My mother has always been a staunch defender of her (along with anyone else's) right to read at the table, and although it's a habit I've always found a bit difficult, not to mention messy, to master, I'm all for it. Reading anywhere, anytime, is a-ok by me.

Accompanying the post were beautiful photos by Juliette Tang, from this incredibly wonderful series. I'll save you the rant about e-readers, but honestly--what can compare with these glorious, clunky, physical objects? Death to convenience. Fill up my coffin with books, books, books.

WORKING CLASS

Britt Lower by Charlie Rubin for Working Class Magazine, styled by yours truly, with thanks to Alexandra Grecco, Hannah Metz and Sarah Beaver.

So the thing about having a job that requires you to be on the internet all day is that it helps you get real tired of the internet, real fast. I have been neglecting too many dusty corners--it's time to sweep out the world wide cobwebs. Above are a few outtakes from a shoot I did with Charlie and actress Britt Lower for Brooklyn-based zine Working Class. I made my peace with pastels that funny day.

I played a supporting role on another shoot not so long ago with my favorite flower girl, od'ing with perverted bliss on lily fumes and stumbling home at three in the afternoon loaded down with the biggest, smelliest bouquet of leftovers. Running out of vases and shoving French lavender into old jam jars. And slowly, but surely, a pal and I have been chipping away at a brand spankin' new website, primarily intended to trick the public into thinking I am a fully, perhaps even professionally, functioning human. Works in progress (me, myself and my website.) After all: it does not matter how slow you go, so long as you do not stop--or so a wise tumblr template once told me.