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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Tagged bali, bananas, elizabeth bishop, flowers, food, gamelan, indonesia, legong dance, luxury, passion fruit, temples, travel
The Singapore Botanic Gardens is without a doubt one of the best places in the world. I’ve been — and loved — a lot of botanical gardens in the States, including San Diego, Los Angeles, Ithaca and Berkeley, but this one is so far in a league of its own it’s insane. I took hundreds of photos, so this post will be broken into two parts.
The layout is so beautiful and easy to navigate and there are so many special little zones, like the romantic orchid gardens, the indoor “cool” forest, a cute children’s garden, a restaurant I wish I had the money to afford, an outdoor concert hall, super cool outdoor bathrooms, and the bromeliad garden (pineapples!). It was like an intensely fragrant zoo without any animals. Also, it’s free. Best thing in Singapore.
I’m leaving for Bali in less than an hour and I still have to pack. Does this prove to you how much I hate packing? Because I do. Hate packing. To semi-compensate for probable lack of internet access while in Bali, a handful of varied and unrelated photos from Montreal, including: LOBSTER! Lobster is pretty affordable right now (I think I read in the NYT that lobster is going for $5.99/lb), and I think it’s super important to do weird and fancy things for ourselves when there is absolutely no occasion for them. It makes me feel psychically full and very content and excited about life.
After chilling the lobsters in a sink ice bath and giving them a good back rub (I only wish I were joking here but I’m not), we steamed our lobsters (about 1.5-2lbs each) for 15 minutes in salted water and a handful of bay leaves. There were bowls of lemon wedges and two sauces that blew my mind: clarified butter mixed with terragon and salt, and homemade butterscotch. Take that, Paula Deen! The lobster was served with a wilted spinach / cherry tomato / hazelnut / caramelized shallot salad and a purple potato gratin that is now my food soulmate. Purple potato gratin, marry me!
And in case you were wondering, that is what a $10 bucket of cherry tomatoes looks like. Hard to justify until you’ve had one, but rest assured they were worth every penny.
Rachel Comey was lightly profiled earlier this week in the NYT. Besides being a brilliant designer – I still can’t stop thinking about the Navigator dress Jennifer wrote about earlier this month – she is drop dead gorgeous and I am into the contents of her refrigerator.
What’s in your refrigerator? Parsley, sourdough yeast, vinho verde, my grandmother’s pearls (I’ve been robbed and afterwards someone told me the fridge is the best place for your good jewelry. Of course, now I’ll have to move them.)
[via Mohawk General Store]
She designed my springtime uniform. Primary colors and hopeful wishes and youthful brushstrokes and silken scalloped-edged short-shorts, so much spice and sweetness.
[via Creatures of Comfort]
PS This is borderline OD-ing on the Rachel Comey mentions that happen here, but I also found a post on Jeana Sohn’s blog about her weekend home in Long Island – formerly a laundromat – as photographed for the now-defunct Domino magazine. Love the printed couches, green banisters and scuffed wood floors.
If you’re ever in La Jolla, you’d be remiss to skip the killer Birch Aquarium at the Scripps Institute of Oceanography. As a little girl, tracing my fingers in the sun-kissed tide pools and gazing at the ethereal jellyfish were among my favorite things to do ever. I would trick or treat at the aquarium on Halloween and take summer camps there every year. I dreamt about kelp and shark teeth and chambered nautilus. So last week, I made a long overdue visit. It was better than I remembered. It’s amazing how much sea life reminds me of space life, both in the way things float and unfurl and jet about but also in the way things look so completely, utterly, overwhelmingly alien. It was very Avatar. The last photo – of these insane sand worms – are pretty much what I imagine the surface of Hades to look like.
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Tagged aquarium, avatar, birch aquarium, jellyfish, la jolla, moon jellies
Proenza Schouler’s Fall 2010 RTW show was brilliant in so many ways. (Including, but not limited to, the playing of Excepter during the show itself). In particular, these pants from the beginning of the show gave me pause. Obviously I adore them. They really reminded me of one of my favorite Mociun textiles ever, from one of my favorite Mociun collections ever, Fall 2008 RTW, called “Naming Ceremony.” You know, THIS print:
I have that first dress, and I wear it regularly to the beach and to weddings. I wear it dancing and I wear it in hotel rooms, and it is VERY short.
But enough about me. The P.S. line was genius, Mociun is genius. In terms of the P.S. show, I covet all of their incredible prints, but mostly I loved the furs. If loving these jewel-colored dyed furs is wrong, then I don’t want to be right. It was the best interpretation of fall wear I’ve seen yet.
The best part of the show, however, were the sheer black thigh highs that revealed an inch or two of skin underneath the pleated minidresses. I am passionately in love (you know how I feel about thigh highs) and will be replicating this insanely sexy look ASAP.
As usual, Kim Gordon attended a bunch of NYFW shows but I thought she looked especially stunning at this show. KIM GO ON WITH YOUR BAD SELF
[Proenza images via style.com; Mociun images via Mociun and Coutourture]
Posted in color, design, fashion, humor, memory, portraits, shopping, texture
Tagged excepter, fashion, kim gordon, mociun, new york fashion week, nyfw, proenza schouler, runway, thigh highs, zebrablood
(Front, and back)
(Front, and back)
(Front, and back) Dear Santa, this one is my favorite.
This one is the largest. Top, front. Bottom image, back.
In love with Los Angeles-based textile artist Ashley Thayer. Her extreme color fetish (she cites Morris Louis as an influence) and affinity for geometry and tie-dye is incredible, and I love the beachy, laid-back surfer vibe of her quilts.
“Each quilt design is a variation of a traditional American block pattern using individually dyed fabrics; no two pieces are uniform. Each quilt reflects Ashley’s interest in flattening the perception of light and shadow and sunlight penetrating water. She dyes all the fabric, sometimes multiple times, using low immersion and tie dye techniques. All of Ashley’s quilts are hand pieced, sewn, and quilted in her studio on a very basic Singer sewing machine.”
[Images Ashley Thayer via Keep]
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Tagged ashley thayer, keep company, los angeles, quilts, textile artist, tie dye
Thanks Katie for reminding me how much I love this young woman’s hairstyle. Been considering a cut since the kickoff of this decade, and since my move back west.
Also, I’m in love in general with this photo & styling:
Coming to grips with the fact that my face is just not the right shape for this kind of haircut, unless, you know, I WANT to look 5 years old again (the age I was the last time I had this haircut). I’ll take the skirt and blouse, though. [Photo Anthropologie via Jezebel]
But back to haircuts. The lovely singer Alela Diane used to look like this:
Until she did this:
What a beauty. Reminds me vaguely of Mia Doi Todd, looks-wise, who went from this:
They are beautiful women regardless – half Azns unite! - but I happen to prefer them both with short hair. So f’ing elegant. I’ve had long hair since I was 12 years old, and I am terrified to change. I just don’t think I could do it. But I admire the effortlessness of these two ladies, which I will never be able to replicate. [Photos via their myspaces]
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Tagged alela diane, anthropologie, asian, beautiful, catalogs, fantasy, fashion, haircuts, mia doi todd, musicians, risk, scary, short
there are NO WORDS to describe how fucking gorgeous these outfits are. the detail, the use of color, the intricate embroidery, the wealth and richness of detail. inspiring, infinitely. love the geometric aesthetic, variety of pattern, repetitive beading, thick sashes, and earthy color palette. i would so completely wear the last dress in this series. minus the complicated headpiece.
most of the outfits are from the late 19th century and from the pacific northwest (montana, south dakota, idaho). all images are part of the exhibit Identity By Design: Tradition, Change, and Celebration in Native Women’s Dresses. i only wish that i could see these in person and admire the artistry up close. [all images via smithsonian]
i met this guy and he looked like he might have been a hat check clerk at an ice rink.
which in fact, he turned out to be.
and i said, oh boy. right. again. let x = x.
you know, it could be you. it’s a sky blue sky. the satellites are out tonight.
let x = x.
you know, i could write a book. and this book would be thick enough to stun an ox.
because i can see the future, and it’s a place about 70 miles east of here. where it’s lighter.
linger on over here.
got the time? let x = x.
i got this postcard. and it read, it said:
dear amigo. dear partner. listen, uh – i just want to say thanks. so… thanks.
thanks for all the presents. thanks for introducing me to the chief. thanks for putting on the feedbag. thanks for going all out. thanks for showing me your swiss army knife.
and uh – thanks for letting me autograph your cast. hug and kisses. XXXXOOOO.
oh yeah, p.s. i feel – feel like – i am – in a burning building. and i gotta go.
cause i – i feel – feel like – i am – in a burning building. and i gotta go.