[Image via unknown] Good news. The camera battery charger has been located and is being shipped back into my arms, so I promise many more food posts in the near future (and my 5 daily essentials — I haven’t forgotten!). My biggest regret: not having my camera handy when these two concocted a magnificent bo ssam party, complete with homemade kimchi, sugary oven-roasted pork butt, and scallion pancakes.
Some other things: My friend Richie Stearns has recorded a solo record. It is, like everything he does, gorgeous + sweet. Listen up.
And: Only a few more spots left for the Dep’s Saucessession with Szef Bartek. Sign up now! This weekend the CBC’s ‘All In a Weekend’ will be interviewing Bartek about the workshop. The interview airs this Saturday, sometime between 6-9am. More details to come.
And: one of my current favorite filmmakers, Paul Clipson, is screening his super-8mm films tonight at the Segal Centre. I can’t wait! I really fell in love with his work at last year’s On Land Fest — he reminds me of Chris Marker and Stan Brakhage. Some stills from his works, below.
‘The Vegetable Garden,’ 1850-1895. Scanned from a Taschen magazine, images all courtesy of the seriously amazing blog, Old Paint.
Some of you have been curious to know a little bit more about a necklace that pops up in my photos from time to time…
The necklace is an original piece by Himo Martin, artist and jeweler behind the Montreal-based line Pearls Before Swine. Himo is a wonderful friend of mine, and the piece is one of a kind, and cast from a real-life onion ring! (Long story). I never wear rings, so this necklace was still able to incorporate both the ‘ring’ theme as well as my love of the beloved crunchy deep-fried snack. The onion ring even has a small nibble taken out of it.
I was completely blown away when I was given this — it’s hard to convey in a few blurry photos just how much detail and care was put into this piece. The rich oxidized silver has grown more matte and complex in the six months since it was made. It ages with me.
His non-commissioned work is available at the boutique Reborn in Old Montreal…
I would highly recommend Pearls Before Swine for any commissioned ideas you have — I’ve seen his casts of tiny animal hearts, delicate olive branches from Morocco, human baby teeth, leather spurs, and dirt-encrusted nails and studs unearthed from the countryside dirt. He has the most amazing, unusual eye for forgotten details, textures and finishes. I’m honored to own one of his pieces.
These are so perfectly my style it hurts.
On a semi-related note, I’m so happy to be living in greatest oyster city in North America. Quebec oysters are even better than their Oregon and Washington counterparts.
[All images via The Best Time of the Day]
Most intense/best breakup movies of all time: Possession, dir. Andrzej Zulawski, 1981 + Bad Timing, Nicolas Roeg, 1980.
Earlier this summer, I was doing research for a piece on Singaporean music for Signal to Noise. My friend Hisham Mayet of Sublime Frequencies recommended that I get in touch with Los Angeles ex-pat, writer, and music archivist William Gibson (no, not that William Gibson), who released the compilation Singapore A-Go-Go on Sublime late last year.
We hung out in Singapore and he took me record shopping around Chinatown. After I returned to Oregon, he emailed me a bunch of scans of 45″s from his personal collection. Aren’t they incredible?? I love everything about them — the candy colors, explosion of fonts, the demure, pretty girls + faux-gruff men in silk neckties.
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[Photos from PULSE exhibition we visited in Singapore.] Helloo + sorry for the long-ish blog silence. After what feels like an eternity posting photos from my trip, I’m so eager to share post-Singapore Portland recipes — failed blueberry crumbles, addictive raspberry jam scones, cherries for breakfast, tomato and red onion salads, salmon on grilled bread, fried lamb livers in bacon fat.
Bali is an easy place to fall in love with, but I don’t mind working a little harder to find the magic in Singapore — like the three-story bookshop Books Actually, the fish ball noodle soup at the Maxwell Food Centre, the rooftop flowers at the Esplanade, or the vintage record shops in Chinatown. I also documented the one massive fail meal I had the entire time I was in Singapore. I had spent all day at the National Library doing research and was famished for lunch and headed down to the library cafe downstairs… so I unwisely picked at random the ‘pesto’ pasta dish and was confronted with a slimy, watery mess of noodles and mysterious gooey green sauce. Never again.
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The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
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