Tuesday, June 30, 2009
little buddy
this little dude's name is tj. he got interviewed for new york magazine's look book, hung up on the interviewer, and is my new best friend (on the interweb).
here are a few snippits from his priceless interview.
How much older?
When I’m 13. But I’m not 13, I’m still 6! I’m going to get older soon, I think.
That was a nice uniform you had on today. Do you like wearing it?
No, I like gym clothes. I like purple and silver. I’d like to wear purple-and-silver gym clothes all day.
english muffins
rip clawwww
Monday, June 29, 2009
i'm rich!
Sunday, June 28, 2009
bombs away
i'm about to jump into something. i'm not thinking it through.
i'm just feeling and doing. wish me luck! i'm scared. i'm wearing my heart on my sleeve, but i've just got this feeling, in the end, it's all going to be worth it.
2+2=4
Thursday, June 25, 2009
deep blue something
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
fleet week
ny mag just finished up their interview in which they asked 12 authors to describe their most memorable summer hook up. this gem was written by julie klam. enjoy!
"In the summer of 1989, I was living on the Upper West Side near where my friend Leslie worked as a bartender at Lucy’s, the legendary surf bar. Every night while she mixed Sex on the Beaches and Blue Moons, I’d sit at the end of the bar looking as unalluring as possible under the water-colored lights, reading a novel, eating a brownie and drinking a big glass of ice water with plastic mermaids hanging all around the rim. On the sweltering July night when three U.S. Navy sailors strolled in, I was feeling restless. They were talking very loudly about what to do in New York; they’d already seen all the key tourist attractions and only had one day left before they set sail. “Coney Island?” I suggested. They were really excited. They’d heard of it! One of them, named Tommy, pulled out his subway map and while I was crayoning the route, he looked at me and said, “Well, you have to come!” I chuckled. The guys appeared to have popped out of a Preston Sturges movie, and the sweetness was so surprising I said yes.
The next day, I put on a thirties-style dress, red lipstick, and scuffed Mary Janes. Only Tommy and his crappy camera were at the subway station; the other two guys had gotten Yankee tickets. We took the 1 to the D train, and I was completely self-conscious. People smiled at us like I was with my guy who was about to ship off to the Pacific Ocean Theater. Tommy pressed up against the windows when the train went above ground, snapping pictures of the distant Statue of Liberty. By the time we reached Coney Island, the hazy sun was lowering in the sky like a big orange egg yolk, and we walked down to the boardwalk talking closely. It’s a strange kind of thing where you go somewhere new with someone you don’t really know and when you get there you know him better than the strange place, so a sort of false intimacy hatches. I, Tommy’s tour guide, had never been to Coney Island before, but I acted like I knew what I was doing and where I was going. We ate a Nathan’s hot dog (which twenty years later is still repeating on me) and held hands. We stopped at a photo booth so he could get a picture of himself in front of a brightly painted backdrop of frolicking mermaids. The Korean photographer screamed at me to get in the shot with Tommy even though I kept insisting I was not his girlfriend. But then I worried the photographer thought I was a hooker, so I got in the picture. Tommy and I walked down to the water and he told me how strange it felt to look out at ships from the shore. “It must be weird to you that I’m more comfortable out there,” he said. On the train ride back we talked like old friends, he kissed me, but it was very held-back. Walking me home from the station, under faint city stars, he kept shaking his head and saying proudly, “Oh, sometimes I hate what a respectable guy I am!” He gave me a kiss good-bye and I sauntered up my stairs. When I got inside the vestibule I watched him walk up the street, stopping to take a picture of my deli."
above average.
in a lifetime the average person will spend an estimated 20,160 minutes kissing.
i've never wanted to be average, bring it on.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
phony
"she was terrific to hold hands with. most girls, if you hold hands with them, their goddamn hand dies on you, or else they think they have to keep moving their hands all the time, as if they were afraid they'd bore you or something. jane was different. we'd get into a goddamn movie or something, and right away we'd start holding hands, and we won't quit till the movie is over. and without changing the position or making a deal out of it. you never even worried, with jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. all you knew was, you were happy. you really were." holden caulfield in catcher and the rye
tippity toes
i've recently started kissing a boy who is tall. considering i'm 5'9 that is quite a feat.
he makes me feel small when we are all snuggled up, but the best part?
kissing him on my tip toes.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
carolina on my mind
heading to winston for the rest of the week!
i absolutely cannot wait to be at wake. who would think i miss it so desperately?
it really is the most beautiful place. i'm so excited for tubing on the dan, playing on the quad, and a dave'o'cado at simplyummy with a perfect cup of sweet tea.
take it off
my absolute favorite thing in the world to wear are oversized men's oxfords.
i've worn my dad's ever since i was little. i loved how the shoulders were too big and the sleeves would go past my finger tips.
it wasn't till i had my first serious boyfriend that i also understood how unbeleivably sexy a crisp white shirt could feel on.
i also love the way they just smell like...men. sort of musky, heavy, enveloping.
i'd do anything right now for a snuggle sesh in an oversized brooks brother's oxford that smells like old spice.
life changing
this book changed my life.
i know, i know, corney to the extreme.
but, i swear. i read it my senior year of high school and i just found it so inspiring.
elizabeth gilbert's journey is one that everyone should take.
it was a path of discovery, laced with failure, but in the end, she found happiness.
i can only hope the same for my own adventures.
i'm rereading it now, hoping to find new insight.
yet, i just discovered that they are making it into a movie.
i'm on the fence, even though it is staring julia roberts. and, as much as i love julia, because who doesn't? i think this might be something that i want to keep in literary form.
hey jude.
i had forgotten how much i loved the movie across the universe until the other day.
suddenly, i can't get it out of my mind.
i've finally rented it and tonight will be a movie extravaganza.
me, jim sturgess, an unhealthy amount of popcorn.
absolutely. cannot. wait.
ps. considering naming my child jude as an ode to the beatles. richard raised me right.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
french kisses
little stephie left for paris yesterday.
check out her blog, an american girl in paris.
i'll miss her desperately, but absolutely cannot wait to hear all about her glamourous life.
sweetest taste
i saw coldplay this weekend. it was actually unreal.
live music and my family go way back. we've done all the greats.
rolling stones, u2, britney.
(richard took me to britney when i was 11. he loved it.)
but, there was just something about this show.
it was electric, and when i left i just felt so, happy.
i danced for the entire thing. literally, did not STOP.
i'm considering dropping out of college to become a band aid.
but actually.
Monday, June 15, 2009
find your space
odd bird
“I get approached for a lot of TV projects. And I sit in a room with these people and I say ‘You guys realize you’re talking to the wrong girl?’ I’m not your cheesy girl that’s going to dress up in a hokey outfit and say all the sound bites that you want me to say. That’s just not who I am. I’m a total odd bird. I collect prison art and paper mache [sic] masks. I keep a journal and rip pages out of books. I think that when you open your mind, you realize there’s art everywhere, there’s art all around us. That’s what keeps the wheels in motion. To create is my ultimate goal. So why would I ever sell out?” Erin Wasson
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
balloonatic
thanks to cup of jo for the new header image.
potential to change again soon.
i can't help it.
i like change. (gobama!)
life is simple.
i want desperately to learn to take black and white photos like these.
they capture the depth of human emotion in such a simple way.
love isn't simple, but these photos make it look so easy.
Friday, June 5, 2009
comfy/cozy
Today is just one of those days when I need to be in something really comfortable, yet still look uber-chic.
Don't these outfits look absolutely divine?
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
morning sunshine
i'm about to snuggle up in my own rumpled sheets.
morning time will come too soon. i'll have to get out of bed and live the day.
but that is okay because life is so interesting.