our lives

Blah blah blah. A whole lot o' blah going on over here. To distract myself there has been this-

Fred Astair movies

 and this

fresh fruit and juicing endeavors

and dancing around to this

Love this song!! I am so glad I am past my dating guys who drive vans phase. Good grief. No bueno.

Fresh produce is certainly one of the great advantages of being in California during December. These guys know what I'm talking about. I need a project. My strawberries might just inspire a redux of my fruit blog. Sexy fruit that is. Or at least a weekly post dedicated to fruit? Who am I kidding, I just really love the sound of sexyfruit.blogspot.com

Breaking: Dammit it all, someone else took the name. Sigh, always a bridesmaid.  

twenty and nine; thirty minus one

Another birthday. The cake was good. The company was lovely. Every year I feel less sparkly and this year felt especially lackluster and I found myself to be sans a celebratory spirit. There seems to be a consensus regarding 29, at least in my circle. There is an immense and bizarre pressure, both as the last year of your twenties, thus one should party your face off and live it up, but also as the year before the big 3-0, thus prompting one to get your shit straight once and for all. 

Can I just stick to eating cake, s'il vous plait. 

And drinking bubbly, of course. 

Stills from from Danny William's film entitled "Harold Stevenson" via A Walk into the Sea, 

a great documentary about William's life and work.

weekend bits & bobs

Lovely weekend. The rain let up (went away completely) and it was clear skies and lots of sunlight mixed in with some amazing sunsets to boot. This is certainly my favorite time of the year in LA. While many elsewhere are freezing or under snow we have these beauties hanging over our heads whilst we walk around in cardigans with the temperature lingering in the low 80s. I know, I know. 

Rode my bike to the local Farmer's Market for flowers. Hit up the current exhibition of recent acquisitions at the MoCA-Grand Ave. Vegged out with friends and pizza for some True Blood. Had an amazing brunch with my best bud at Salt's Cure. Came across a new (or at least new to me) mural during an afternoon walking about the Arts District. And best of all had some quality time with this handsome pup. 

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1 & 2) Friday's sunset as witnessed from my front yard. Photos were taken only about 2 minutes apart. 

#nofilter as you kids like to say. (Ugh, I really wish you would stop that).

3) Rodney McMillian, Representation of a Landscape as a Wall, 2012, MoCA, LA

4) Ibid, close up detail

5/6/7) Mark Handforth, Desert Sun, 2004, MoCA, LA

8) Unknown work, MoCA, LA

9) True Blood, bitches

10) Sunday Brunch at Salt's Cure

11) Mural, Arts District, LA (resemblance to ex-boyfriends = uncanny)

12) Lucas. 

All photos by me.

whispers

Very much into soft pink at the moment. Almost mauve, but not quite as committed to violet.  A whisper of a color. 

October came and went and now November is charging by like a wild rhino. The holidays are upon us and I am already sick and tired of the commercialism of it all. 

I shouldn't say that, it might be bad for business. 

It was gray and rainy today and yesterday and it looks like we are in for more tomorrow. I miss Paris. This weather always makes me long for more. Or rather for different. 

Different locale, different time, different life. 

Good weather for running. And thinking. And hopefully for action.

rien de rien

Il y a une fois I was jumping back wholeheartedly. This happened instead.

Thinking about renaming this guy rien de rien...

Perhaps it should just be the descriptor.