Some of these will be going up on Etsy for not so much money very soon. Stay tuned.
2/28/10
2/27/10
4am
you remind yourself,
this dread is lit up by beauty,
if you let it.
this quiet,
is why you seek it,
alone,
undressing itself and meeting
you,
with your worried heart.
this dread is lit up by beauty,
if you let it.
this quiet,
is why you seek it,
alone,
undressing itself and meeting
you,
with your worried heart.
2/18/10
2/8/10
Style Notes: Agnes Varda's Cleo from 5 to 7
Watch and learn.
1. Slightly winged eyeliner
2. Typography
3. Crazy hat
4. Wall of necklaces
5. Top-rimmed eyeglasses
6. White loft strewn with huge vases of flowers, persian rugs, kittens
2/4/10
Pouding Chômeur, a Cure
Pouding Chômeur was conceived in trying times. Translated, it is "poor/unemployed man's pudding", and its early incarnations were eaten in Quebec's depression of the late 1920's-early 3o's and used variations of sugar or maple syrup, shortening, flour and milk. The beauty of this recipe is its ability to provide the comfort that only sweet, rich and homely foods can. It's perfect for a recession winter, a little sadness, some spiritual troubles: keeping it simple with a humble treat. But what a treat! The texture is a cross between a pound cake, a dense pudding, and sticky bun, topped with a caramelized crust. It can double down for a decadent breakfast or a dinner party dessert, baked in individual bowls. I'd like to experiment adding apple or pear in the bottom to pretend it is even vaguely healthful. But really, healthful is a little beside the point with this category of treats. The point is to be soothed, soothed with butter and sugar. Is there anything better? No.
2/1/10
1/25/10
Something You Should Know
I was prescribed my first set of glasses in the second grade. The ones I picked out at the optometrist's were thin-rimmed, almost perfectly round, and mottled blue. Mottled, because they were splatter-painted (faux?) as many things tended to be in the early 1990's. Aesthetically, they pleased me, but their intrinsic purpose made me uneasy. I felt this was another one of those tricks, the vitamins disguised as orange-flavor candy. The chalky aftertaste was always a dead giveaway– deception.
I remember first trying them on in the car, pressing them to my face, slowly, cautiously, like the first step on the moon landing. Peering from behind the plastic disks, a distressing thing occurred. The trees had changed. It was summer, and what before had been a dizzyingly lush effusion of green watercolors, pulsating hypnotically like seaweed in a crosscurrent, suddenly took on the hard, defined edges of an anatomical drawing; the world was screaming lines, eviscerating precision, headaches. I immediately removed the glasses. In the way that my grandmother decided about Thai food once and for all upon first tasting it at a restaurant, I thought -oh no, no, no. THIS is not for me- and got to losing the glasses in the most ingenious of places, ever accompanied with the most noble, pitiable of circumstances when held for questioning. I did this until I succeeded in breaking them, and then repeated the process on the successors throughout my childhood, which, viewed together (if any but a few pathetic limbless specimens still exist), would inform a contemporary understanding of ocular fashion evolutions from the 1990's into our current decade.
1/20/10
1/18/10
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