How ephemeral our grace is in these wind stricken plains

Oh Freja...

Freja Beha Erichsen for Dossier F/W 2010

Photos by Cass Bird

Tranquilly laboring at all love's cultivation

Have been loving The Black Atlantic, a beautiful band out of the Netherlands... Thanks for the find B!

The Black Atlantic - Fragile Meadow

The Black Atlantic- Heirloom

you and i would pass the house talking aimlessly

I have had the following pictures on my desktop for some time, but have been too bogged down with school work to really look through them. The design team of Mark and Sally Bailey have released 2 books thus far, the first being Recycled Home, and then Simple Home: Calm Spaces for Comfortable Living, which the following are from. I dream of having an uncluttered but inviting space, and feel it is something I have always struggled with. It is so easy to add more things, but it takes a very discerning eye to know when to eliminate and let a few simple, understated pieces speak for themselves. I adore the patina and serenity found in these rooms, but especially love how they don't seem to take themselves too seriously, and have occurred just by chance {even if they were the result of much time and consideration}...

Was I alone in dreams of something good

 I saw some incredible paintings last weekend by Angelina Gualdoni at the Asya Geisberg Gallery in Chelsea. I must say that I was reaching the point of burn out after a long day of gallery hopping, but as I walked by this gallery and peered in it was like a breath of fresh air. Her works replicate the experience of lying in the grass on a hot, hazy summer day and staring into the sun, fading in and out of consciousness, just letting your mind and eyes wander to whatever may come. Different images and facets of light may appear, and you lose yourself in the moment's inadvertent beauty. 

I also love Gualdoni's process with these works, as per the press release:

Angelina Gualdoni begins her paintings by pouring thin veils of paint directly onto the canvas. By allowing the liquid to articulate the basis of her painting, Gualdoni relinquishes control, and then wields it back by marking strange objects uncomfortably on the surface pool. Structures build on the outlines of the stains, or leap out against the watery passages, or simply follow the odd paths that the liquid has chosen to flow. Gualdoni’s paintings posit a world where the known and the tangible lie always outside our reach, slipping into and out of shadows. Constant tensions of emptiness and being, object and field, movement and stasis permeate her work. Shadows march into the forefront, and objects recede against the diffusive stains.  Gualdoni’s earlier series investigated failed utopias of Modern architecture, portraying decaying and imploding buildings crumbling into pools of paint. In “Shadows Slipping”, she extracts the essence of the decay, by leaving the viewer to question what is coming into being, and what is falling apart.

So dreamy... 

Felt like Tamaryn's "Love Fade" was a fitting musical accompaniment...

But time, she is a fast old train

Though this may be a few days belated..

I thought it nonetheless never too late, to let someone very close to me know just how much she means to me on her most special of birthdays.

This is someone I have learned so very much from, whom I have grown so much with, and gathered so much about life alongside..

Someone whom I look to for endless inspiration..

Who I have seen the world with.

Who epitomizes timeless taste, grace and style.

Someone who I can't not think of when watching anything with Catherine Deneuve..

And who I am lucky to call one of my dearest, most beloved friends.

How much we have grown, learned and seen ma cherie...

I hope you know how very special and rare you are, and how much I cherish you. Looking forward to so many more fabulous years together..

And I very much hope you'll forgive me for the following... 

{Oh, how your dancing will always bring a smile to my face}

And for anyone that may not be lucky enough to know this wonderful person first hand,

you can visit her beautiful blog at any time 

{and I highly recommend her impeccably curated etsy shop too!}

If we help each grow, by the light of day

Isobel Campbell & Mark Lanegan- No Place to Fall

Could I count on you, to lay me down...

I have waited with a glacier's patience

Very appropriate on this beautiful, rainy day. Funny, never thought this Southern California girl would {or could} appreciate a rainy day, but there is something so serene about the rain. If only I could have Dustin O'Halloran playing at all times on days like today...

I love your long shadows and your gun powder eyes

 This spread of Anouck Lepere by Pablo Delfos for Elle Begium {September 2010} is such a beautiful throw back to the sixties, while at the same time being completely modern. Especially love the last two- disheveled bangs, highlights and camel tones? I think I've just found my fall inspiration, d'accord?

Images from fashion gone rogue

All we have is nothing but our love

This song {and video} just makes me smile.

dale earnhardt jr jr - nothing but our love

As the season shifts lonely minds will drift

   Finally got the internet up and running in our apartment, which means I can return to updating my little blog.. I so enjoy sharing some of my favorite things with my favorite people who are now so far away, and anyone else who may stumble upon this...

   In love with this city already. So much to do and see at any hour of the day. Starting to feel at home, though undoubtedly there will always be new things to discover. For example, the amazing roof top of our apartment building, which is where some of my lovelies and I shared a glass {or two} of wine before exploring the gallery openings last Thursday. Also stumbled upon Tia Pol where we enjoyed one the the best dinners I have had in the city to date... Delicious Spanish food {and that Sangria....} Very much recommend it.