Late Nights






(book jacket)


(back cover detail)


(front cover detail)

"Before Waking", a photo book created for my Color Photography class. All photos were taken and printed by yours truly. The book is coptic bound single pages(16 in all), with hand-deckled Arches 140 paper and a 160 Rives paper jacket, water-colored and lettered by hand. The book cover was cut, covered, and decorated with gouache and watercolor by me. I bound it by hand with waxed linen thread. The dedication page contains a tinted and hand-lettered poem ("The Waking", by Theodore Roethke). This was my first experience in creating a book.


A Return to the Kitchen: Cranberry Orange Scones

I can scarcely believe I haven't cooked a thing in almost 2 weeks.With finals almost done, I was itching to get back in the kitchen and give my neglected little stove some love.
We received a huge bag of fresh Illinois cranberries in this week's CSA box, and while the gorgeous little jewels are lovely to look at, I was at a bit of a loss on how to use them. The only thing I'd ever done with cranberries usually involved cooking them in sauces and relishes. So when I came across a recipe for these scones, I jumped for joy, being the scone-lover that I am.

These scones are light and fluffy, and not too sweet. The tart cranberries are a natural in them, since unlike other fruits(notably berries), they aren't so juicy that they will create a big, sticky mess while they bake up. You can also use lemon zest, if you prefer; I imagine the scones would be great with it.


Woe is Me

Where is my Christmas spirit?

Oh, it must be buried under these piles of design proofs and X-acto knife scraps.

Be back soon dears.


Perfect Red Lips

Sephora Rouge R05


Ombre Hair

Can you get with it? Or do you hate it?

First there was SJP/Carrie, who rocked the grown-out roots for a few seasons:

Then these more dramatic versions began popping up, on Alexa Chung and others:

(via garence)

On my dream girl Lou Dillion in 2007:

And recently, looking less "oops haven't been to the salon in awhile", more dip-dyed:

(from top, refinery 29, the sartorialist)

I'm considering doing the fade, but I'd rather it look like I spent 4 months swimming in the Mediterranean sun and haven't bothered with it into the winter. When I was younger, the summers would bleach my hair to a golden hue, and I remember the fascinated pride with which I bore my summer ends as my winter roots came in; the golden ends seemed a comforting presence, a representation of the summer that had passed into darkness, soon to return.