Friday, July 18, 2008

it's beginning to feel alot like THIS:

i was feeling like this:

but i think i've found my way up:

PLUS, i'm going to france for two weeks,
so that oughta shake things up.

or you know,
l'eclaireur will . . .

Thursday, July 17, 2008

how do you clear your head? i don't really know -

change like this takes more than short term answers.
change like this takes more than short visits with the ones you love.

it takes time.
and vistas don't hurt:

and by vistas,
i mean vistas across the table.
seeing your true life watching you,
knowing you made the right choice.
by being yourself.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

how do you clear your head? SHOP -

i know. predictable. but pretty for a posting.
we killed time while waiting for our pup appointment each day by taking in l.a. retail.
like the bleeding edge of fred segal:

the giant stone monkeys of maxfield's. i won't even mention the collection of vintage men's travel kelly bags inside. oh, sorry. slipped out:

the furniture of DIVA. from perfect perverted sofa:

to soapstone slabbed sinks:

to maps of paris (foreshadowing? peut etre . . .):

to lamps made of geishas and guns:

(actually. they are both VERY evelyn lamps.)

sorry. really love the monkeys:

to lookbooks that you can't take home. because the store "copied" them:

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

how do you clear your head? FIND THE DOGS -

drive up into topanga,
wind up and into the highlands,
until you find canyon view ranch, and realize your dogs
are in a spa:

we spent a few hours with them, learning what they had learned, crossing paths and heelings,
staying against temptations, running, greeting, downing . . . and soaking up the purest love you have ever known.

it was tiring for us all:

but you got the sense that they were learning,
becoming the true little miracles they have always been capable of being:

pooped little miracles, but nonetheless . . .

it was hard to leave them that afternoon.

Monday, July 14, 2008

how do you clear your head, when your head is full -

get away for a weekend.

hop on virgin atlantic, all purple and chic :

land, and try not to read TOO much into the signs:

(i truly am not the devil, people. my powers are largely ceremonial.)
as tim waits for our transport, i dream of the room:

until we are settled in the suite at the mondrian, all pale and draped:

glittering and views:

and settled in a place to revive,
after a monumental decision.