Clark Little

I ran across Clark Little's work while blog-surfing recently (sorry, can't remember whose!) and was immediately captivated. I can't imagine having the ability to capture such whimsy in a photograph! They are simply other worldly. The conjure that same feeling I used to get, crouched in the back of my mother's armoir, waiting for the portal to Narnia to open. There's something so comforting in realizing other people dream the way you do, isn't there?

Photos: webdesignerdepot

Drink up, Baby

A friend's recent post about this:



Dom Perignon's Andy Warhol collection in honor of the artist's goal to drink 2,000 bottles of the elixir in the year 2000. I'll raise a glass to that.

Reminded me of this:



Karl Lagerfeld for Coca-Cola



Photos: Dom at Gearpatrol and Karl at Fashion Police

Fuck Fuckity Fuck

all we heart it

Allergic to Magic

Do to the falling-apart-ish-ness of my life right now, I'm having a lot of trouble keeping on my big girl face at work.

This bebe, however, is quite composed recounting the terrible tale of crocodiles and evil witch powers that can make people "stay dead in heaven." I think if I had a little french nugget to lay on my belly and tell me stories, it would be much easier to face the day.

Once upon a time... from Capucha on Vimeo.

Found via Her name was Lola

Radiolab

"Radiolab believes your ears are a portal to another world. Where sound illuminates ideas, and the boundaries blur between science, philosophy, and human experience. Big questions are investigated, tinkered with, and encouraged to grow. Bring your curiosity, and we'll feed it with possibility."

A good friend recently introduced me to Radiolab and I can't stop thinking about it. It's a live streaming show from WNYC and definitely one of the best public radio programs I have ever heard. The concept of the show is fantastically simple; they take an idea/theory/culturalism/whatever and have experts explain it from the points of varied scholarly fields. I can't even begin to do the show justice but I swear your mind will be blown if you give it a listen. Show topics range from parasites, laughter, race, to the musical qualities of language. I suggest going for a drive or sitting outside with a cup of coffee and giving your undivided attention; you won't be disappointed.

Radiolab New York has an online podcast.

On Turning 21

This birthday has been particularly reflective for me. I can't even begin to count the ways I have changed in the past three years; how the things I value most have slowly and sneakily morphed. I've come to place more importance on reputation, ethics, and living based on principle than I ever thought. And more miraculously, I'm coming to some sort of middle-way understanding of life; attributing any radical nature to immaturity and insecurity.

I'm in a relationship that I work for, that bears weight, that feels frighteningly important. It's the first one in which I have not allowed myself to lose my head, finding the loss of "self" scarier than any loneliness I can conjure. The sustainability of things (relationships, earth, money) is more a concept in my life than it has ever been as I'm sort of veering away from the hurriedness that is youth (though both of our tongues are dripping with promises promises promises). Not so much grasping in the dark at everything and everything.

I think what I have learned can be boiled down to this: I'm no longer so afraid of being let down by life. It's undulations, the waxing and waning of things, feel less jarring. I simply want to be good, feel good, do good, make good. Yes, I want to see the world, and wear pretty clothes and eat fine foods but I think, all of my other beliefs inevitably lead to those perks. It's a miraculous cycle.

It's hard for me to remember, sometimes, to sit back and listen to the Cicadas, to let life ebb and flow the way it should.

Photo: Grace Kelly

Shop your Closet

In the face of a particularly blase economy, everyone's tossing about the phrase "Shop your Closet". This weekend, I gave both my blouse/pants closet and my dress closet complete overhauls and found the true meaning of the command. Organization really does make your clothes more fun; when I can see what I have, I feel like I have more to choose from. I even went so far as to buy clear storage boxes for all of my heels! I just couldn't stand the guilt I felt from gorgeous red suede Weitzman's moping around my bedroom floor. Now I'm having so much fun getting dressed in the morning which results in a put-together outfit, leading to a confidence boost, and directly resulting in me being way jollier thus nicer to everyone. Ahh the beautiful zen cycle of organization.

I think Joe put it nicely this morning when he said "Don't you feel good? You just can't tell what's wrong until you organize everything, and then you realize, you can relax." So true.

However: I do this thing every time I clean where I get overwhelmed with all the prints in my closet (my style in highschool/early college might be described as "funky bohemian" erghhh) and end up getting rid of EVERYTHING. Well, one big cardboard box and three garbage bags! I'll probably sneak back in my trunk and pull out a few dresses but...still...I'm proud!

The only problem is; I realized how few practical dresses I really have now. I have some fabulous silk numbers and short little cocktail dresses and sweet sundresses but I'm pretty lacking in the "go out to brunch with your parents" department.

Let's do a little dreaming:

Elizabeth and James, Safari Laurent Dress, Diani Boutique

Skies of Blue Dress, Dahlia, Modcloth


Silk and Wool Printed Dress, See by Chloe, Net-a-porter

Grand Island Dress, LA Made, Anthropologie


Printed Silk Dress, Anna Sui, Net-a-porter

I'm trying to stay away from crazy prints right now but I couldn't resist the Anna Sui. Look how sweet the back is!