michelle

i'm an addict. a michelle addict. she is the absolute coolest. she is running across the lawn of the white house barefoot. she is double-dutching. she is my hero. get it girl.
a recent op/ed piece in the nytimes called "the magic of michelle" capitalized on the phenomenon that is the coolness of mrs. o. read it, understand that i am not alone in my obsession.
regardless of your politics, it would be impossible to think that she was the definition of chic. right?

londonlondon

i'm alive, promise.

i've just blogging about my london adventures here.

check it outtttt. it's not that i haven't felt inspired, believe ME, inspiration overload is more like it. just finding the management of two blogs, adapting to a new locale, the contemporary art world, and a lack of sleep is a lot to manage. don't worry though, i think you'll find i'm passing with flying colors.

keep checking back. xoxox

who are you

"most people are other people. their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation." oscar wilde

realfishy

this poor brit looks like he's had a very long day. guess this is something i have to look forward to. sardine tube rides. is it strange that i'm so excited about this aspect of city living?
i can't wait to be a crabby londener, stuck on the tube, muttering while i read my copy of the times. only 4 more days!

then again

but, photos like this make it a little sweeter.

one week.

i spent all of last night packing. this is getting very very real. i can't wait and i'm so very very excited, but i'm surprisingly sad about leaving the people i love. i've never been away from them for such a long time. this is looking to be a very bittersweet adventure.

home

the wheat fields remind me of home. come lay with me here.