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I feel like I've been in a holding pattern for the last few days: waiting for Alex to get back from tour, waiting for the weather to clear, waiting for my photos to be developed, waiting to figure out my next move. The apartment is quiet, my mind is heavy. To pass the time, among other things, I've been admiring this page I tore out of an old issue of Elle Decor back home (don't mind the wrinkles, sorry!) This room! The colors, the textures, the pile of faded blue jeans, the bouquet of white anemones...
Remember when Domino had that regular feature where they'd take an amazing outfit and turn it into a clever decorating scheme? Well, I suppose I did the opposite here. Blue jeans and camel suede and geranium nails and a scarf awash in tiny stars...
it's possible you'd have to be Hanneli to actually pull it all off, but dammit, a girl can dream!
I had grand plans for taking all sorts of photos today, of outfits and treasures hauled back across the country, but it's been so dark and gloomy all day that my best efforts were foiled. So instead, here's a few shots that Dag took of her beautiful little cabin, my home base for much of my time out West (clearly, before I arrived and threw my crap all over the place--although, it's gotten even better since!) Dag is an avid collector of all things amazing, and I wish I could have taken a million detail photographs of all her little corners and displays--but it's so dark in there all day, being under the trees and with no sky lights. She jokes sometimes about venturing into hoarder territory, but I prefer to think of it as controlled clutter. Plus, what hoarder you know has taste this good???
Here's a few of my favorite corners from my dusty little room here on the Island (and for such a small space, it's got an awful lot of corners--and dust!) Thankfully, my parents have been kind enough to allow my various bits of detritus to accumulate untouched up here over the years, mostly on the walls as you can see! Sidenote: I just finished reading Just Kids
by Patti Smith, and I was completely blown away. It's honestly the most amazing, touching, exciting, and sweetly sad story I've read in ages and ages, and so incredibly well written. It's made me, me, almost excited to get back to New York--if only to spend a day tracing a walking tour of Patti and Robert's former haunts.
One of the things I love unconditionally about our apartment, despite a leaking refrigerator and temperamental oven, is the light. Here's a couple of snaps, one taken early in the morning, one late in the afternoon, from another fresh roll. I've got all kinds of stuff to show you!
As a result of my recently busy days, I actually ended up making a bit of money this week, which was a pretty exhilarating feeling for a change. The first thing I did to celebrate was go out and buy a bunch of ranunculus in the most beautiful sunset colors.
I love them so much! They one of my favorite flowers (along with roses, and peonies, and lilacs, and anemones, and delphiniums, and...) I also decided to finally splash out on a kitchen table, which we've been needing since we moved in, but it turns out it's just too big for our place, booo. So, ahem, if anyone in NYC needs a really nice dining table, I know where you can get one cheap!
This print, which hangs above our bed, is amazing for two reasons: first, it looks JUST like my best friend, only naked, holding a bird (though I'd be lying if I said I had never seen her in a strikingly similar pose on more than one occasion ahaha.) Second, there's some writing on the back of the frame, which reads:"from a Portuguese Socialist magazine found in Lisbon, Summer 1977"Good stuff.
It's been HOT HOT HOT here, and all I can think about since we got back from our travels is getting OUT OUT OUT of this city again, fast. Instead, I spend the worst parts of each day shut up in the bedroom (the only room in the house that has sweet, sweet AC) seeking refuge from concrete sidewalks that radiate waves of garbage-infused heat and a kitchen and livingroom hot enough to make me weep salty, sweaty tears. 
