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 . . .

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.

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:

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,
growing,
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.

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.