Another bonus weekend outfit for you--something I wore when visiting my parents (they always compliment this dress as if it is the first time they've seen it). Their neighborhood is a lovely riot of spring color--more interesting is that despite the highly manicured lawns and close proximity to busy roads their neighborhood is home to a fox and wild turkeys. I actually saw the fox dart across the street shortly after taking these pictures and I'm accepting word of the wild turkeys without proof since I'm not the one who goes on early morning jogs around the area....
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Friday, May 17, 2013
I try not to feature Audrey Hepburn in all my movie picks (she's not even my favorite actress), but for all the sub-par movies she made the ones that persist and we watch again and again fit certain moods so perfectly. Roman Holiday for example always feels like a summer movie, alongside Gidget or Mr. Hobbs Takes A Vacation. It's not that it necessarily takes place in summer, it's that for a brief moment Audrey's character Ann gets to escape from her normal life and go on an adventure--and that is what summer usually represents. A break from normalcy. I mean it starts with her passing out on public benches, cutting off all her hair, and leads Gregory Peck to attempted theft of cameras from school children, driving on the wrong side of the road, starting a bar brawl, and so on. Although shot in black and white and features Audrey in the most prim skirts down to her ankles if there was a song to describe this film it might be Last Friday Night. But don't worry as Ann states herself after their release from the police, "I won't overdo it" and the film is just that--the perfect balance of whimsy and fairytale with real heart and deft acting.
It is Friday and I'm glad it's Friday because my mind has hit that point where everything sounds like static on the radio and trying to listen more closely just brings on a headache when all you want is to make sense of the noise although soon enough everything will be drowned out by the hum of cicadas...
thrifted denim jacket (similar here)
Thursday, May 16, 2013
"A something in a summer’s Day
As slow her flambeaux burn away
Which solemnizes me.
A something in a summer’s noon —
A depth — an Azure — a perfume —
And still within a summer’s night
A something so transporting bright
I clap my hands to see —
Then veil my too inspecting face
Lets such a subtle — shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me—"
poem by Emily Dickinson
Arizona Muse photographed by Tom Craig for Vogue Russia
We've had a string of rainy days back to back, but I can't complain when it turns everything so rich and green. I wasn't living here last spring, so it's rather fun to see my "usual haunts" transformed by new growth. It's so lush and colorful. Even the city streets seem transformed--cars turning polka-dotted with pink petals in their parking spots or leaving wakes of petals in their passage down my block. Flowers do have such a transformative quality; rather like snow they can make even dull alleyways, common streets, or familiar fields seem magical...
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Endlessly enamored with these hand painted lockets by Khara Ledonne. Each globe contains a tiny, secret world hidden from prying eyes until the locket is opened and its contents revealed. I think they make for beautiful gifts given the special nature of anything painted by hand making each one a work of art and they can hide private messages from the giver to the receiver. She paints a variety of subjects from narwhals to love birds, but the star-themed lockets are my favorites.
It was calling for rain this day so I set out prepared with my wellies and an umbrella, but the sun broke through the clouds and ended up being rather blinding when I was taking pictures. Still, couldn't pass up stomping around in such a lovely field as this. Ah, I love the fleeting beauty of spring blossoms--the way they burst into life one morning and disappear only a short time later. This field looked so different a week ago.