Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Temptation to be where I was one year ago
The other day I was thinking about how it would be to know exactly what I did one, two, three, four, five years ago from everyday this year. I thought it would be interesting to know, but too difficult a commitment to track down for five years.
Howeva, I did wake up this morning with a temptation to be where I was one year ago. Et voila!
My temptation
and then here
you know where this is, right?
At the end of my long day of walking, I sat across from these strangers; had beer and Haggis.
Could do that today, too.
Howeva, I did wake up this morning with a temptation to be where I was one year ago. Et voila!
My temptation
is to wake up here
and go for a walk here
and then here 
you know where this is, right?
I was here last April, a year ago now. It was beautiful, the green was awe inspiring. I mean look at how many different incredible tones of green there are. It is the rain that makes it happen. The cemeteries were the best. So... something. Hard to describe. Maybe a few more photos and you will get the picture.
At the end of my long day of walking, I sat across from these strangers; had beer and Haggis.
Could do that today, too.
Edinburg, UK
Friday, March 27, 2009
Oh Williamsburg
Today we are in Williamsburg. The Land of the Second Millennium Hipsters. Locating ourselves, we are across the bridge, uhm the tunnel, from Manhattan, where we - the Manhattan Trash - come to check out the Burgsters.
We are in a park, a mini random park amidst the vacated warehouses.
In the park, middle aged people in theatrical clothing are shaking booties to no music.
WHAT is THAT?
NO IT is NOT.
YES IT is.
NO.
YES.
NO NO.
YES. YES IT is.
IT is a HIPSTER.
We spotted the first hipster.
And No.
YES. NO. YES. NO. YES YES.
What AGAIN?
YES! We spotted another hipster.
Williamsburg was everything we looked for today. But we are not done.
We continue to search and research.
We are looking for signs of hipstart.
Grafitti on little garage building
Thing on the thing above the thing art
Hipsta half pipe in a bike shop. i thought this was interesting, but turns out it is not so.
Burgstart was alright.
Finally,
We see signs of change.
The 'burg is growing upward.
The 'burg is growing upward.
New Towers are in the horizon.
We suppose that the once Manhattan and Euro Trash will move into these towers. They will buy those up-and-coming designers' somewhat expensive clothes that are sold all over the 'Burg's yupsterly decorated boutiques.
Maybe in the next decade the Burgster will look a little different, a little more runway, a little more somthn somethn.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
These photographs are killing me
I havent blogged in days! Because I am trying to decide. Various things.
One of which is this set of photographs that I took past October in Istanbul.
I cant decide if I like them or not. Do you? Leave your honest comment for me?
Friday, March 20, 2009
Tiny Window into the Incredible World of Images
I didn't have anything to do with any of the below images other than free associating on the Internet. The world of images is so rich and so within reach nowadays... that... I can't figure out what to do about it.
Salon
I attended a salon yesterday evening. Is that how you would phrase it? to attend a salon? to go to a salon? to be part of a salon? I didn't present. So maybe, to audit a salon. No that sounds weird. The experience wasn't one of auditing ... maybe listening. Anyway, let me know if you know what the proper verbiage is.
As phrased in wikipedia, "a salon is a gathering of stimulating people of quality under the roof of an inspiring hostess or host, partly to amuse one another and partly to refine their taste and increase their knowledge through conversation and readings, often consciously following Horace's definition of the aims of poetry, "either to please or to educate" . The salons, commonly associated with French literary and philosophical salons of the 17th century and 18th century, were carried on until quite recently in urban settings among like-minded people of a 'set': many 20th-century salons could be instanced."
Last night's gathering was exactly that - a gathering of stimulating people of quality under the roof of an inspiring host and hostess (Charlie and Sarah) to please and to educate. Andrea Codrington read a beautifully written and delivered autobiographical, sociological and architectural piece on the 7 houses she grew up in. Jeremy Linzee - an architect and musician - played the guitar and sang...though the connection to architecture - the topic of the soiree - was less evident. which is ok. too much architecture in my life anyway.
I wish I had my camera with me as Sarah and Charlie's townhouse was gorg-eous. The guest bathroom was sexy. The Salon was packed. The crowd was mixed. The food was eclectic. The beer disappeared fast. and Vinny drove from Philly.
Are somethings better depicted in words and not in photographs? I am not sure. I guess it all depends on the author's ability to depict verbally or visually. Since I tend to write like a 5 year old, this might not have done justice to yesterday evening's salon. But it was a good salon.
As phrased in wikipedia, "a salon is a gathering of stimulating people of quality under the roof of an inspiring hostess or host, partly to amuse one another and partly to refine their taste and increase their knowledge through conversation and readings, often consciously following Horace's definition of the aims of poetry, "either to please or to educate" . The salons, commonly associated with French literary and philosophical salons of the 17th century and 18th century, were carried on until quite recently in urban settings among like-minded people of a 'set': many 20th-century salons could be instanced."
Last night's gathering was exactly that - a gathering of stimulating people of quality under the roof of an inspiring host and hostess (Charlie and Sarah) to please and to educate. Andrea Codrington read a beautifully written and delivered autobiographical, sociological and architectural piece on the 7 houses she grew up in. Jeremy Linzee - an architect and musician - played the guitar and sang...though the connection to architecture - the topic of the soiree - was less evident. which is ok. too much architecture in my life anyway.
I wish I had my camera with me as Sarah and Charlie's townhouse was gorg-eous. The guest bathroom was sexy. The Salon was packed. The crowd was mixed. The food was eclectic. The beer disappeared fast. and Vinny drove from Philly.
Are somethings better depicted in words and not in photographs? I am not sure. I guess it all depends on the author's ability to depict verbally or visually. Since I tend to write like a 5 year old, this might not have done justice to yesterday evening's salon. But it was a good salon.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Silverolous
I would wear and I would use when I feel Silverolous :::
A silver Balenciaga skirt and a silver Zac Posen total do with Silver Hunter boots.
Silver Tableware from Designboom's Beyond Silver competition
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