i want to fall asleep here

a magazine's new frontier

i don't think i like online magazines. or at least i didn't like online magazines. i love the tangible, shiny pages of print magazines. they feel less overwhelming. plus i love love the breaking down of magazines and rebuilding my own collections.

but then along came rue, and i found my anti-online resolve faltering!

rue might be changing my mind thanks to its gorgeous layout, and the fact that as you roll over each featured item you are offered a link to its specific internet home! so fun and handy!

this rue might be more like a highway to a danger zone i shouldn't enter!

i like it cool

i have a gorgeous friend named chase. he is one of those painfully beautiful men that you never want to stop talking to, not only because you can't pull your eyes away from him, but more so for the fact that he knows what's up. he gets it, and he likes it cool!

so from his heart and daily routine to you, a new blog to crush!

likeCOOL

diamond lights soon to be this girls new best friend



disposable flask, for all your adventures


earthquake-proof bed? yes please!

start to likeCOOL and you'll see, this guy is getting it right across the board. it's housewares and gadgets, style and the whole lifestyle that comes with being impossibly cool!

empty spaces

i have a love hate relationship with moving. i hate packing. i love unpacking and settling in. i hate having to find new driving routes. i love finding new furniture, but then i hate that i can't afford everything i want.

right now, in an effort to pull the living room together! these are the things i am craving!

i want this for under the picture window in the front room!

etsy

and i want this for when guests come...

west elm

and we probably need this...

west elm

i have trouble buying things just to fill the a room, so for a while, while i am trying to find those perfect pieces to start building a life around, (and the money to make them mine!) the barbi house will look a little sparse!

ineed a new case

i am right on the verge of being in desperate need of a new iphone cover and i am not stuck in the middle of the epic battle of decisions to be made.

these are the options i am pondering:

this one, which i am feeling is the front runner...
or this one which might be precious...
or this one which could be funny...but it bothers me that when you flip the phone over to use the camera the hi will be upside down...

i have held this one in my hands multiple times and just can't commit, but it's still on the table of options...
oo oo or there is this one that i have been drooling over, but it's so expensive and far away...


oh i just don't know...

i think now though seeing them all here, i might go louis

it's what's inside that counts

emerson via dress, design, decor

i adore the beautiful contrast that such simply placed well loved and worn items cast on the whole feeling of the house to be found beyond the entry way!

emerson via dress, design, decor

and now imagine a pantry where everything is clearly visible and tangible. i think this might be what i wish for in heaven!

i like the way you say my name

photo by alicia bock as seen in carrie and big's apartment

i want because i need...

i feel like i am in need of a complete overhaul...materialistically. i want new every thing. a whole new look! i'm need an antidote to the blah of my tiny closet!

i want this: jcrew

and i will be purchasing this within the next week: etsy

and from there...look out...i've got the fever!

mame's place

as if wishing to be auntie mame wasn't bad enough, now thanks to this year's Legends of La Cienega design event in LA, where designers provided their interpretations of classic movies and television program scenery, and more specifically baker, woodson and rummerfield, i have another tangible image to build my future dreams on...

elledecor.com

pretty pleats...

i want this so bad i can feel it between my fingertips and swaying past my knees...

Clementinyclothing on etsy.com

with summer resting just off the coast, waiting to be brought in with the ebb and flow of warming tides, i have been passionately craving a hammock. it's the same thing every spring, but this year the force is particularly strong. and then to make things worse... i stumbled upon this:
i want to be there, and stay there till the air turns cold and the doors have to be shut...

on the tip of your finger

curse you LA! you make me lust for luxuries i just can't afford!

after ten days here, i want chanel nail polish in dragon and black satin purely because the colors just seem right. and then now on top of that i have been dreaming about this LV... who wants to fund my dreams??

bed rock

i want to dreams great dreams here...

woodlands and wonderlands

in one way or another everyone is falling into wonderland to escape the drab reality of nervous consumers

i was walking through colette the other day with m favorite expat and starting feeling like i had fallen through alice's rabit hole. "does this all look very alice and wonderland to you?" i asked while pointing out a big bow here and a draped raw edge drape over a stiff bodice. "well i hadn't noticed it, but now that you say something... yeah it does feel like Tim Burton's fingers have been in all of this.

it might be hard to say which came first, the fanciful side of alice and the mad hatter, or movement into the exaggerated fantasy of huge bows and imaginative flare. at the end of the day though it doesn't really matter which predated the other. because the point is that they are both here. alice out number those blue avatar aliens, and i am craving this (along with the majority of the season's collection) from lanvin.

my sister made a good point the other day while we were driving down the same streets we have seen our whole lives, listening to the same radio sounds that have filled the airwaves for years. "i feel like i have listened to so much music over the years that nothing excites me anymore unless it's almost the weirdest thing you have ever heard." so she's rocking the knife and anything with some strange electronically mixing (hello old school 3oh!3). and it seems while she is exhausted with the mainstream sounds, the big boys (and girls) of the runway are finding their own beautifully bizarre mix to fuel a new fantasy fire.

it doesn't mean shit if you don't take a risk

beautiful consistancy

i truly adore miss daniella's blog. every time i go back to it, i find myself re-energized and on a great new course of stellar creativity!

today these were two of the images that really hit home...

a sweet sentiment for questioning reality

remember "don't believe in unicorns till you've felt the horn"

card by egg press

how can you feel so alone and so alive...

Summer time and the wind is blowing
outside in lower Chelsea
And I don't know what I'm doing in this city
The sun is always in my eyes
It crashes through the windows
And I'm sleeping on the couch
When I came to visit you
That's when I knew
That I could never have you
I knew that before you did
Still I'm the one who's stupid
And there's this burning
Like there's always been
I've never been so alone
And I've Never been so alive
Visions of you on a motorcycle drive by
The cigarette ash flies in your eyes and you don't mind
you smile
And say the world it doesn't fit with you
I don't believe you
You're so serene
Careening through the universe
Your axis on a tilt
You're guiltless and free
I hope you take a piece of me with you
And there's things I'd like to do
That you don't believe in
I would like to build something
But you'll never see it happen
And there's this burning
Like there's always been
I've never been so alone
And I've I've never been so alive
And there's this burning
There this buring
(yea)
Where's the soul I want to know
New York City is evil
The surface is everything
But I could never do that
Someone would see through that
And this is the last time
We'll be friends again
And I'll get over you
And you'll wonder who I am
And there's this burning,
Just like there's always been
I've never been so alone, alone
And I've, and I've
I've never been so alive
So alive
I go home to the coast it starts to rain
I paddle out on the water
Alone
Taste the salt and taste the pain
I'm not thinking of you again
Summer dies and swells rise
The sun goes down in my eyes
See this rolling wave
Darkly coming
To take me home
And I've never been so alone
And I've never been so alive

Third Eye Blind

damn it greg... i'm so in love

the opposite of a true everlasting unimportance

for years and years my dear sister has preached the genius of j.d. salinger. for the most part her adoration was based on holden caulfield, but then it bleed into salinger as a true artist when she became absorbed in franny and zoey.

being one of those truly obnoxious people who tend to hate everything someone swears i will love, i refused to have any part in appreciating this great american genius. but then, the other day my stubbornness met its match when my much stronger daddy's girl persona entered the picture.

for as long as i can remember, my father has kept an influential stack of magazines, that were always addressed to him, in his basement retreat. my father loves magazines, and if you were to go down every morning after he has left for the day, you would know what he left that morning thinking about based on where he left off in the magazine he left open that day. be it new yorker, vogue or vanity fair, there is always a magazine broken open to some intriguing article.

so the other day i padded down to the basement to put in a load of laundry and found an open new yorker. usually i thumb through each weekly intellectual installment for a solid cartoon giggle, but this time my attention got stuck on the article my father had left off on that morning. salinger had died a week or two before, and while a majority of this edition was devoted to his genius, this particular article will remain, i believe till i die, one of the most moving pieces i have ever read.
written by lillian ross, a long time friend of salinger, it talked about the man he was in terms of the writer he saw everyone else to be. as with most things that truly move you, i can't completely explain why i will always hold ross' words so close to my heart, but i feel that it has something to do with the way she contextualizes some of the genius words of salinger. that, and the fact that it felt to me like a pep talk on how to be the writer i set out to be. do it because you have a story to tell, because the happiness to pass onto the keys is greater than what you expect from the life that others might hand you, i heard him tell me. stop looking to be a mouth piece, and focus on being a story teller. that is what i heard her telling me he would say if i were to ask him for any sort of advice on the profession i have chosen.

in the end, it's that personal attention from the writer that keeps people engaged. people will rarely read something that they don't feel speaks to them, so the trick, which ross so fully achieved is reaching that moment when speaking from your heart, about one of your close friends, calls to some great mass who is then touched by your words and changed into something they weren't sure they could become.

lillian ross, you and your good friend j.d. salinger did that for me, and i will be eternally grateful.

photo: lillian ross