It is a curious emotion, this certain homesickness I have in mind. With Americans, it is a national trait, as native to us as the roller-coaster or the jukebox. It is no simple longing for the home town or country of our birth. The emotion is Janus-faced: we are torn between a nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known. 

 Carson McCullers

the colors are bright, bright as ever

"I've always admitted that I'm ruled by my passions."

 Glamour, personified.

Sad, sad day.
Read this book a while ago, very much recommend it. 

Her's was a life worth telling.

You were alone and steady with wintry calm

Dry The River - Bible Belt

Family Tree

I am loving these guys and their Jeff Buckley-esque tunes...

I keep my eyes closed and listen to the noise

Spent a whirlwind week in the Netherlands, learning much about Dutch cultural policy and its art institutions. Enjoyed every second, will miss all of the delicious food, kind people and beautiful sights, but looking forward to a carb detox {and spring...}

Where you thinking that you gotta run to now?

Lovely couple of weeks, words can't describe the warm feelings I had having my mom and little sis in town. Weekend was spent recuperating, catching up on sleep, reading, and preparing for my trip to the Netherlands tomorrow... In such a surreal, happy place right now.

i have waited with a glacier's patience

 

Some of my fall 2011 faves thus far.. Jenni Kayne, Acne, Band of Outsiders, Malandrino, Prabal Gurung, Mulberry and Kelly Wearstler

They both end in trouble and start with a grin

The Head and the Heart

{I'm always a sucker for beautiful harmonies}

these cold and damp white mornings, I have grown weary.

In need of more succulents. If you know me, you know this is a constant endeavor. I so miss how they could be found at any old nursery in CA, now they are more of a hunt, which is kind of fun I will admit. But how I miss them abundantly filled in pots, like these beauties from Maude Woods.

unique in each way you can see

 I have long admired Sara VanDerBeek's work, but had the opportunity to hear her speak last week at school, and her works took on an entirely new resonance. I love how the structures are constructed just to be photographed, then are dismantled and recycled into new works, and in that respect function in the same way as memories. They occur, and all that is left in perpetuity is their image in our mind, which is equally ephemeral, then we create new memories out of the existing ones. Beautiful.

Love is touching soles, surely you touched mine.

Some of my Valentine's Day spoils...


{Love.}    {And love to you all..}