a million miles away

This song is beautiful and has been on repeat all day. It is perfect for this rainy weekend here in LA. 

I loved the film as well. If you did not catch HER in theaters definitely do so at some point, preferably as soon as possible. It is a strange premise to start off with, I admit, but the story itself and the characters are strong enough to engulf the viewer and overcome any weirdness one may feel about falling in love with an operating system. I loved the take on Los Angeles of the future, no matter how far fetched (mass density and efficient public transportation… nice try, Spike) and the subtle costumes did not try to shove "the future" down anyone's throat.

My favorite aspect without a doubt is the portrayal of loneliness. I think it paints a very accurate portrait of what it is to be lonely without being a parody or a pity party. It is heartbreaking and beautiful at the same time. All in all HER is a great story that was incredibly well written in my opinion and I hope it does well at the Oscars this weekend.

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February came and went in a flash it seems. So much happened, is in the process of happening… very exciting. A much needed trip to New York refreshed my tired soul. Time with my amazing loved ones both there and here in LA made me so joyous and grateful to have such wonderful people in my life. I reconnected with so many people I had fallen out of touch with and it is amazing what a good conversation with old friends can do for you. Sometimes recounting aloud what you've been through and what you've done is the best thing you can do to realize all you've accomplish and how incredible you really are and the massive potential you posses. I am really into positive affirmation at the moment if you cannot tell-- self love, bitches. 

I truly feel that things are starting to fall into place and I am in the midst of getting my shit straight. As cheesy as it may sound, forcing myself into being positive and leaving behind all the shit from the last year has made a world of difference. I took the New Year as a reset button and haven't looked back except to think why the fuck didn't I do this earlier?!

Yeah, good things are happening. Here is an updated list of goals and resolutions for 2014 with progress thus far--

:Proposed projects and resolutions:

Get in shape, finally.

Well, I'm trying. Weekly 5Ks and daily workouts. Booty is already lookin' pretty, pretty good (well, much improved!)

Read more.

Learn to cook. And actually do it.

Eat clean.

Make new friends.

Travel abroad.

Visit New York.

Quick trip for a promising job interview(!) and some much needed fun and quality time with my beloved Brooklyn babes!

Learn Photoshop.

Improve my español. 

Brush up on my français. 

Take a tap class.

Signed up for a community class. Class was a bust, but will try again! 

Develop sleeping habits of a normal person.

Be more grateful. 

Got all Oprah up in this bitch and started a gratitude journal on January 1st. I love it and has surprisingly turned into one of the best things I've ever done. Cannot recommend it enough!

Volunteer.

Improve time management. 

Be more proactive.

Work on blog with more consistency. 

Write.

Stop settling for assholes and losers.

Make my parents proud.

Start my career path.

Start my own business.

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So for now I will focus on keeping the momentum going and generally heading onwards and upwards.

clear skies, slight breeze

Interesting fact- this painting by Kirchner, Two Nudes in a Room, is now one hundred years old…

100. Cien. A century. 1914 was a century ago.

That is crazy to think about. So much of my favorite art is from this period and the majority of my academic interests hovered from the late nineteenth century to the interwar period throughout college and graduate school. For some reason I always felt connected to this era and it never felt as removed as I suppose it should. Sophomore year I became obsessed with the German Expressionists and this Kirchner piece at LACMA has been like an old friend ever since. The colors are so vivid and actually feel very current. That Ernst Ludvig Kirchner knew what was up. 

Sunlight, Max Pechstein, Oil on Canvas, 1921

Spent the afternoon at LACMA. It is amazing what a few hours alone and inside a museum can do for my sanity. 

Persona Che Guarde, Michelangelo Pistoletto, 1963

Angst/Fear, from Der Golem portfolio series, Hugo Steiner‑Prag, Lithograph, 1915-1916 

 My Shack of Cinema, detail

 My Shack of Cinema, detail

 My Shack of Cinema, detail

 My Shack of Cinema, Agnès Varda, Installation, strips of 35mm film and metal frame, 1968-2013 

 My Shack of Cinema, detail

 1955-H, Clyfford Still, Oil on Canvas, 1955 

On in, Frederick Hammersley, Oil on Linen, 1961 

LACMA is probably my favorite museum in the city. The older buildings are filled with dark halls and nooks and the new architecture (I'm looking at you Renzo Piano) is light-filled and offers great views of the hills. The collection isn't huge, but I've grown up visiting it and so it holds a special place in my heart. 

Why do I get a thrill from sneaking photos at museums? I need new hobbies--> Exhibit A- the nerd alert with the Pistoletto piece. Hmmph. Don't do as I do… gruff museum security officers are not for the faint of heart. Also, I may or may not have bumped into a Bauhaus chair… my art history babe status will surely be revoked any day now. 

The drive to and fro was an epic shitshow as per usual. But my god was it gorgeous out today. Dammit LA, you know how to charm a girl sometimes. Certainly better than hangin' in a polar vortex. No thanks. 

I'm thinking about attempting museum visits all week. Five LA museums in five days. Stay tuned…