friday

Last year.

tuesday

"I am the scholar of the dark armchair. Branches and rain hurl themselves at the window of my library."

From Rimbaud's Illuminations



I will leave you in good hands tonight with one of my favorite excerpts from Arthur's Illuminations.

sunday

stolen from M., maestro of the double exposure

These rediscovered photographs from an afternoon nearly two years ago rightly capture an old sense of delight for me. It was my nineteenth birthday, we ate sandwiches, went kite-flying, napped on the grass, and took a two hour bus ride in the height of Friday traffic. I found this expired film rolling around in my drawer and developed it without a recollection of the content.

Goodnight dear ones!

sunday

Sunday Rain Songs

wednesday

Words fail to capture how lovely last Sunday was. Every year the Jazz Age Lawn Party manages to exceed my terribly high expectations, despite months and months of anticipation. It is in part because of that dapper Michael Arenella that I've decided to get my act together and learn how to properly swing dance after years of talking about it. My great-grandmother, Chubs (truly anything but), jitterbugged and lindyhopped through the war and her first pregnancy. Great-gram also cartwheeled up to her ninetieth birthday, while Great-Grandad, the Colonel, ate a French dip au jus every day for decades with exact change. Anyhow, because of these fine folks, I'll be heading to Frim Fram Jam tomorrow night ready to burn a few holes in my dancin' shoes!

















Yours truly, hamming it up.















I have, of course, saved the best for last. I want to be this lovely lady when I grow up. I've never met anyone quite so charming or beautiful in my life. After gushing about each others dresses and the flea markets we found them at, I swooned more than a little. Kindred spirits!



P.S. Here's possibly the only picture of me in my dress, taken by the inimitable Holly Van Voast.

monday

How to start your day:

Sleep five more minutes
Tea, orange juice, coffee
Skim the newspaper
Egg in the hole
Hum in the shower
Pack a lunch
Buy a letter opener
Whistle while walking
Arrive early for extra peace of mind
Smile at dogs and children
Listen to this song over and over again, preferably while dancing

thursday

I am convinced that vegetables are the most photogenic of all inanimate objects. Film soaks up all of those radish reds, kale greens, and zinnia golds in such a way that my heart climbs up to my throat just to peer out and see. After developing that roll of film last week, I am horrendously obsessed. Luckily my life is providing events worthy of 35mm documentation (though, really, I'm happy to photograph just about anything right now). As soon as I finish this paper on the ethics of film preservation I'll be sure to share my photographs from the Jazz Age Lawn Party and my plan to make my great-gram proud. However, I'm not sure I'll be able to focus on the moral implications of splicing and the consequences of vinegar syndrome when I have a weekend apple-picking trip ahead! Cheers!

tuesday

Before I go completely mad...



I feel behind on my own life. To rewind a few days or two, here are a handful of photographs I took whilst hanging out with my dear pal Keith (whose documentation of our day surely beats mine). We started at the Garage flea (my weekend haunt), waltzed through Muji (my weekly haunt), grabbed sandwiches, attempted to do work at Ost (my daily haunt), wandered into Obscura (a favorite haunt), and sat down/collapsed to a hearty meal at Birdies (R.I.P.). Just remembering what we did took all of my energy.









Goodnight dear ones. Don't forget to take your vitamins! I did and now I am drowning in hot broth, DayQuil, and a few gallons of orange juice.