Saturday, October 30, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
"The best thing for being sad, " replied Merlyn,
beginning to puff and blow, "is to learn some-
thing. That is the only thing that never fails. You
may grow old and trembling in your anatomies,
you may lie awake at night listening to the
disorder of your veins, you may miss your only
love, you may see the world about you devastated
by evil lunatics, or know your honor trampled in
the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing
for it then - to learn. Learn why the world wags
and what wags it. That is the only thing which
the mind can never exhaust, never alienate,
never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and
never dream of regretting."
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
I can't rememberwhen I first discovered Ed Ruscha,
but I do remember loving every single thing about him right away.
His story, his language, his style, his humor. All of
it made perfect sense to me. I find a strange compass in
what I know to be true. And Ed Ruscha, to me, is true
The Uncertain Trail, 1986, Ed Ruscha
Monday, October 11, 2010
There isn't a thing I don't love about this beach house. First, it's
a beach house. The bright white, shots of color, a beautiful surf board
on the wall, aged furniture, quirky prints, owned by a fashion designer.
I have forever been drawn to Australia. Free-spiritedness is infectious.
Truly, there is no better way to be. To live.
From Grazia Magazine