Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Recently I was sitting on my couch at home with my dad who was doing quite a bit of watch research. After many brands, and many minutes spent looking at the wide range of wonderful watches that are out there, we came upon this one. This moment happened weeks ago, yet i still find myself coming back to that watch to look at. Just like that black bike i posted, i think that it's perfect. Well, the perfect watch for a dressy watch, perhaps my other watch would be slightly larger, and leaning a little more towards the manly side. But for those nights when you go to a nice dinner, or the opera, or that gala you've been waiting for, this is the one.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Sometimes, for a split second, i forget about Polaroid's awful announcement that they would stop making film. As someone who has avidly documented my life over the past six years with my trusty Spectra, it came as sad news. Right after the story broke i got random messages and emails from my friends and family asking me what i was going to do. My gut instinct was to order enough to finish documenting my life in college, and i successfully ordered a case of film in order to do so. This was over a year ago, and now, i still feel left in the dark hoping that someone will pick up where Polaroid left off and start up production.
This brings me to yesterday afternoon, when i found my Polaroid back for my Lomo Holga. Immediately i was deeply saddened at the thought of not being able to use this beautiful piece of equipment (which takes a less than popular format of film). After some digging i found one last box of black & white film, and set out to take some pictures. The Holgaroid takes pictures like no other camera i own. Always blurry and out of focus slightly, they evoke something dreamy and magical. The Polaroid back covers the eyehole, so every picture taken is an adventure, a surprise when you peel apart the instant film. I will surely miss this format if it truly stops being made. Here's to you Polaroid.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
I have a confession. I hoard books, and not just books in general, but multiple versions of books that i couldn't refuse buying because they had covers that lured me in. I am a self proclaimed sucker when it comes to pretty things, which quite often leads me down the road of buying things that i don't really need... like stacks and stacks of coffee table books on subjects ranging from Banksy to Dogs to Dada Art. I don't even have a coffee table, but let me tell you, with the amount of so called coffee table books that i have, when i get an apartment/house, i'm going to need the biggest coffee table you've ever seen.
During one of my trips to London last year I stumbled into a magical bookshop on Marylebone High Street called Daunt Books. It's the kind of shop you find yourself lost in for hours, but that's besides the fact. This shop introduced me to the beautiful editions of books designed by David Pearson. Now, i already own many of the books i found myself placing in the evergrowing stack beside me, but look at them, could you resist? Great Loves, Great Ideas, Great Journeys and White's Books (a series of classics) are my favorites. I challenge you not to want them all.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
I've been meaning for quite some time to make my love for Greenwich Letterpress, in New York City's West Village, publicly known. Located on Christopher Street, i find myself completely when i walk into the tiny shop, spending far too long pouring over all of their beautiful stationary. If you find yourself in this neighborhood, you should definitely check it out, I don't think you'll be let down.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
I like being in a place where it is absolutely necessary to wear a parka that is rated to -40 degrees. Vermont is a winter wonderland, rolling hills abundantly covered in snow and trees that audibly creak in the gusty winds. A place where you have to actively seek out the company of others, and where you find yourself amidst the aisles of a general store. Within arms reach you can stock up on delicious beer, plaid flannel in every color imaginable, hammers & super glue, board games, and every variety of cookie imaginable, charging your findings to the family account; a place where people still trust other people because most likely you know everyone in town. Life is in the details.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
These are the things that make up my winter break thusfar. Crystal snowflakes, lots of lights, my grandmother's ornaments, funny bottles of water and vodka, tea, baking, baking, baking, and more baking, the German butcher, and books in front of the fire.