this weekend

imaginary outfit: memorial day weekend

Taking it easy.

On the agenda:
Happy weekend.

the report from los angeles


My time in LA was sunny — I am pretty sure I got more vitamin D in three days than I've gotten in the last six months — but too short. A few highlights:
  • ordering a giant room service breakfast of eggs benedict and tomato juice, then going for a float in the hotel pool all by my lonesome
  • Trees right out of Dr. Seuss: short, shaggy, Muppety palms; great, tall squiggly trunks topped with lopsided leaf tufts; fluorescent purple jacarandas
  • the beaches (amazingly wide) and the big waves (and I wasn't even in the big wave places)
  • ocean as far as the eye could see
  • leather clutches in rainbow piles at Clare Vivier
  • buying a bag of fresh pineapple, watermelon, cucumbers and coconut pieces that were doused with lemon and lime juice, then dusted with chili powder
  • this blue dress (spotted at Mohawk General Store)
  • great old guitars
  • everything at Dream Collective, but especially the stained glass by David Scheid
  • a tiny exhibit of ancient glass objects
  • fringed silk scarves and a wonderful quilt at En Soie
  • a jar of cinnamon clove sugar from ReForm School
  • finding an incredible art and design bookstore completely by accident
  • watching games of paddle tennis (while eating the aforementioned chili fruits)
  • celebrating my sister's new masters degree (Dr. Dre was there, but I missed that part)
I only made it to a tiny fraction of the places I'd like to visit and didn't have any time to look up friends, so hopefully I'll find my way west again soon.

heading west (with cameras)




Visiting California for the first time in my 34 years (Los Angeles, specifically). If I am lucky, I might get to see Alan Constable's cameras at South Willard.

Catch you on the flip side.

glasswings


Spotted on My Modern Met: the marvelous glasswinged butterfly. They have a slew of gorgeous shots, but this one is my favorite.

Photo by farrukh.

two months breaking ice


Cassandra Brooks has spent two months on the Nathaniel B. Palmer, a National Science Foundation research icebreaker sailing in the Ross Sea of Antarctica. This is a time lapse film of the view from the prow of the ship.

Icebreakers have been on my mind this week after seeing Guido van der Werve's Nummer acht, everything is going to be alright at MoMA on Monday, which is a ten minute film of a man walking slowly in front of an icebreaker at work.

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In Antarctic news: the kingdom of light is about to end — last Sunday was the last sunset. Also: the lost photos of Captain Scott (hat tip to Lily Stockman).