Jean Seberg
Charlotte Gainsbourg
Grace Kelly
Complimentary café signs:
photo by brian ferry at the blue hour.
This song: "Numbed" by Danish songbird Trolle Siebenhaar.
P.S. Who is the cutest?
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
aujourd'hui j'aime...
Timeless, classic style via the impossible cool.
Jean Seberg
Charlotte Gainsbourg
Grace Kelly
Complimentary café signs:
photo by brian ferry at the blue hour.
This song: "Numbed" by Danish songbird Trolle Siebenhaar.
P.S. Who is the cutest?
Jean Seberg
Charlotte Gainsbourg
Grace Kelly
Complimentary café signs:
photo by brian ferry at the blue hour.
This song: "Numbed" by Danish songbird Trolle Siebenhaar.
P.S. Who is the cutest?
Friday, February 19, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
aujourd'hui j'aime...
Grey, hooded trench-coats on the streets of Berlin.
The satirical genius that is Unhappy Hipsters.
He couldn't stand another night with that smug hookah.
The things that once so defined him - shag carpeting, Room and Board sofas, monogomy - now suffocated him.
In search of a less bleak playground, the toddler pedaled faster.
This song: Twice by Little Dragon
The satirical genius that is Unhappy Hipsters.
This song: Twice by Little Dragon
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
where in the world was emily?
I was searching for a little French paper inspiration this afternoon, and stumbled across some fuzzy, abbreviated slices of my 2009 wanderings. The nostalgia set in. But my writer's block was cured.
Where was I?
Where was I?
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Wild Geese
by Mary Oliver.
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
aujourd'hui j'aime...
LA BLOGOTHEQUE : A French website with links to intimate, impromptu concerts by amazing musicians. You don't have to speak French to navigate it, just type in the name of the band you seek to see if any recordings have been uploaded. This one, featuring Andrew Bird, gives me the chills right around 9:35. He plays all the parts. He is a brilliant man. And all of those lucky Parisians get to sit on the floor at his striped, socked feet and witness it first hand.
T.ruffles : A happy little blog by Karey Mackin and Mary Ruffle. Twice a day, Mary posts a photo and Karey follows it later with a charming subtitle. Comme ceci:
via wide open spaces
T.ruffles : A happy little blog by Karey Mackin and Mary Ruffle. Twice a day, Mary posts a photo and Karey follows it later with a charming subtitle. Comme ceci:
via wide open spaces
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