Archive for June, 2011

so far so good

June 30, 2011

northern france: montreuil, st. omer, st. touqet, etc-
moules & frites,
the french beaches that have beach houses from the 1800s that sort of remind me of newport beach but colored yellow and blues like in san francisco,
cobble stoned streets where victor hugo strolled and now i do,
chevre on everything, pate on everything,
beautiful white cows are lazy in the sunny fields,
cafe noisette
(literally little hazelnut!) is my favorite coffee drink. essentially an espresso machiatto
belgium: bruges, ghent, brussels-
bruges is full of canals and flatness and preserved windmills, so clean and so many cyclists and so many good looking blond men.
ghent reminds me of oxford. old beautiful college town, flowers everywhere.
brussels is more diverse and more african and asian immigrants which is refreshing after seeing only white people for so long. it is THE place for fashion and design. so many people humbly stroll around with avant-garde, stylish, simple, geometric and complementary outfits.

now i’m going to antwerp. also, the apricots are so yummy.


world music

June 20, 2011

it may be a broad and empty-sounding genre, but it is probably the best.francoise nielly uses thick thick thick paint chunkalunk.(juergen teller)

learned the cha-cha

June 17, 2011

yay world music.(ari seth cohen). not my grandma but it’s fun to pretendtania evangelista. is she about to turn into a bird? went to j.past. today with beth. bright sunshine! invite me to your crew


June 12, 2011

it’s nice to be back in claremont. so so green, some venice beach, some udon noodles, white wine, some driving and playing badmitton with my dad. reading ‘freedom’ by jonathan franzen. so good. hugh holland. z boys. always in loveed templeton.

June 5, 2011

tod seelie is “all about showing smart, sometimes priviledged, people doing stuff they probably haven’t done before. he likes to capture upper-middle-class white kids actually doing interesting things”. DIY kids in warehouses and being naked and all that.  cant wait! today was my last day in buenos aires. i looked at the river from san isidro, ate pizza. yesterday i wandered around cobble-stoned san telmo and on the pensive bus ride home i saw the hazy yellow sun set behind that grey obelisk and thought “yes”. i recognized street names and now i’m leaving.


anything called “cinnamon-pear-crostata-with-almond-oat-crust” is good.