Art work by Flick Yoli
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Holiday Shopping
One of my favorite Etsy sellers, Nicole Lincoln, is having a sale! Her jewlery is gorgeous and a great deal too.
Influences
January 20, 2001. I was an intern at the washingtonpost.com. George W. Bush was being innaguarated as our 43rd president. The paper expected massive protests. The internet was new. Each of us were supposed to go to a different protest hotspot and report back what we saw. Our updates would be placed live onto the website.
I was assigned to Dupont Circle. A few us who would be in nearby areas met at a photographer's house. I had never been in a house like this.
It was stylish. Looking back, I can't remember what the style of the place was. Probably modern, but it could have been anything because of what it wasn't. It was a bona fide city apartment and the first I had seen.
We sat in the small living room, tired and a little nervous. The photographer's wife, girlfriend, someone, silently brought us a tray of cinnamon rolls. There was probably coffee and orange juice, but it was the tray that transfixed me. Simple and elegant, I had never seen food served on a tray like this before. The combination of simple (I am quite sure that the cinnamon rolls were from a can) combined with an item I considered refined and a little pompous was completely new to me. I remember her being vaguely foreign, perhaps French, with long black hair. Her disinterest in our day combined with the courteous breakfast only added to the intrigue. And the silence. I could be wrong but I remember us eating our cinnamon rolls in a silence.
I made a mental note that has stuck with me for so long it must have been a mental flag firmly rooted in my developing ascetic. The tray was key. And it could be purchased quite cheaply I was sure.
As we prepared to leave, I carried my empty plate to the kitchen and was completely startled by what I saw. Behind the half wall that separated the living room from the kitchen was a bed. On the floor. It was unmade but seemed terribly sophisticated to me. Looking closer I saw that it had a frame, very low to the ground. This comfortableness with strangers walking past your unmade bed to the kitchen was something new. People I knew retreated into their rooms and worlds.
A few short years later I would have my own studio in New York. Despite my significant efforts, including the tray, it never quite lived up to the charm of that first studio apartment.
I was assigned to Dupont Circle. A few us who would be in nearby areas met at a photographer's house. I had never been in a house like this.
It was stylish. Looking back, I can't remember what the style of the place was. Probably modern, but it could have been anything because of what it wasn't. It was a bona fide city apartment and the first I had seen.
We sat in the small living room, tired and a little nervous. The photographer's wife, girlfriend, someone, silently brought us a tray of cinnamon rolls. There was probably coffee and orange juice, but it was the tray that transfixed me. Simple and elegant, I had never seen food served on a tray like this before. The combination of simple (I am quite sure that the cinnamon rolls were from a can) combined with an item I considered refined and a little pompous was completely new to me. I remember her being vaguely foreign, perhaps French, with long black hair. Her disinterest in our day combined with the courteous breakfast only added to the intrigue. And the silence. I could be wrong but I remember us eating our cinnamon rolls in a silence.
I made a mental note that has stuck with me for so long it must have been a mental flag firmly rooted in my developing ascetic. The tray was key. And it could be purchased quite cheaply I was sure.
As we prepared to leave, I carried my empty plate to the kitchen and was completely startled by what I saw. Behind the half wall that separated the living room from the kitchen was a bed. On the floor. It was unmade but seemed terribly sophisticated to me. Looking closer I saw that it had a frame, very low to the ground. This comfortableness with strangers walking past your unmade bed to the kitchen was something new. People I knew retreated into their rooms and worlds.
A few short years later I would have my own studio in New York. Despite my significant efforts, including the tray, it never quite lived up to the charm of that first studio apartment.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Black Friday
Black Friday has promise.
However, I am approaching Black Friday like most of my shopping trips. I plan to go to H&M and then come home.
However, I am approaching Black Friday like most of my shopping trips. I plan to go to H&M and then come home.
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