italiana pazzissma

Anna Dello Russo, probably has to be my favourite editor to watch in terms
of her wearable selections. I think she appeals to my own sensibilities of
mixing colours and textures. Also the fact, that she sports pieces like that
Miu Miu heavily embellished, bordering on ice skater dress makes me
extremely envious.

sac à dos des fleurs

Top photo taken a Milk Studios during fashion week
Bottom photo Menswear in London

the lady artist of allah

It has been a couple years since I have held such fascination
with a video artist. Bill Viola, being my introduction to the medium
and really a founding father. I recently discovered Shirin Neshat,
an Iranian artist working today in New York. I have yet to see any
of her work in person, but was struck by the still from the piece,
'Games of Desire'. A meditation on oral histories and courtship
rituals in Laos.

This exhibit is up in Madrid at the La Fábrica Galería through March.

eating is the only real legitamate reason for travel

books about good eats. i mean, does it get better?
here is to another year of fantastic food.

ola

albert elbaz art directed this shoot for vogue brazil.
i rarely put up editorials here but really loved this one.
its nice to see a great set idea like this one work so well.

message in the birds mouth

many iraqis raise pigeons and fly them for a hobby.
i find this really fascinating.
here are some sitting under the full moon in baghdad.
photo nytimes.com

a rocky path to face the sea and cork trees

i enjoyed my brief stay in portugal immensely and am so looking for a
way to get back soon. this particular region of alentejo looks a bit lost in time
and i'm highly keen on that at the moment.
photos. nytimes.com

weekends can be perfect

...with a lobster roll from luke's lobster and tacos from la esquina

foreshadowed

something must have been swirling around in the air with my thoughts
turning toward the thunder perfect mind prada video the other day.
on friday, prada debuted their book. finally.
i popped in yesterday and picked up a copy and was weirdly recognized
by the staff and we had a mini critique of the resort prints. (which are beautiful!)
its really amazing and much more than a reprint of the campaigns.
its all about production, their various artistic explorations and stores-
and there are thumbnails of every look from every collection.

die and go west

eric hemion sent this over to me, a view from his window-
maybe my beach bum surfer girl year in venice beach should be sooner than planned
photo by hemfish. californian watercolour moonset.

kyle in colour

its autumn in brooklyn

be brave

view from my private cove on the costa brava

erosion composition

went to the Joan Miro Foundacio and there was a special exhibit

featuring the photography of Kéyah de Raúl Belinchón

really striking, no?

barcelona cool

we drink, we kiss and say goodbye

A first round of faces that I have come to know on this journey
and now must depart from. Ramon. Raffa. Laura. Pete.

flight paths

Timo, the Finn that surfs like he was born to.

found

crema on the terraza

i found this beautiful, dusty old school art house cafe

specializing in sweets, took a break and had a refresco 

and some coco de natas.

i admit to going there a couple of times,

it has a lovely old city vibe.

confiteria la campana

calle sierpes, 1&3

sevilla

espana!

love and respect

i was floored with the amount of love and support i have received in my last few days prior to my departure.

thank you immensely for your kindest words of love and admiration, the beautiful gifts, songs sang to me, hugs and kisses, messages and letters and 3d glasses.

leaving my empty room and all of you became clearly apparent in my last few hours.

i got a message in my last minutes of madness and stress that really helped me get on my way.

muchas gracias, love. i needed that.

i was totally bawling on my first flights from nyc to philly, which i throughly believed the nasty snatch

of an airline stewardess was relishing in because prior to that, she yelled at me to put my wallet and

bagel into the overhead compartment. i mean a bagel, really. and when she saw my stack of

letters and cards to open, i think she despised me even more. nonetheless, i flew, met a cool

windsurfer paparazzi dude (that was the spitting image of a young eric hemion!)

on the way, who assured me i was going to have a splendid trip

and convinced me i must stop in morocco and then i landed safely in madrid.