Sunday, January 30, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Teenage Mercury
"I found it hard to keep myself bound to a single best friend, just as I found it hard to keep myself bound to a single version of myself. I had uptown friends and downtown friends, cool friends and preppy friends, stoner friends and straight-edge friends, always my own one-girl reenactment of The Breakfast Club. Looking back at my fifteen-year-old self, it surprises me that I didn’t actually split into several pieces of teenage mercury, all rolling off in different directions, or try to live a double life of some sort, where at one school I was a prize-winning bassoonist, and at another, a patchouli-wearing hippie."
-Emma Straub, My Rayannes
Totally Worth the Hype.
Finally made my way to Downtown LA this weekend, where I stopped into BabyCakes for their much-talked about vegan and gluten-free cookie sandwiches. I was a skeptic, but let's just say that after one bite, they're my new form of h-e-a-v-e-n.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Actually, Truly.
You are beautiful, certainly, and, you won't admit it, but you have the makings of what the world was actually, truly made for.
-Jake Kilroy
Monday, January 17, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
New Year's Eve, Family & A Deck of Cards
On New Year's Eve, I got the flu and my sister had no plans. My parents couldn't have been happier. They lit the fireplace, laid out a big blanket, brought down pillows, told us to get into our PJs, and brought out a deck of playing cards.
I could barely keep my eyes open past 10pm, but I did manage to realize that this was all far better than a fancy party or glitzy event.
My parents know how to entertain.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
The Work Will Be Ours
On other days, we would visit museums. There was only enough money for one ticket, so one of us would go, look at the exhibits, and report back to the other.
On one such occasion, we went to the relatively new Whitney Museum on the Upper East Side. It was my turn to go in, and I reluctantly entered without him. I no longer remember the exhibit, but I do recall peering through one of the museum's unique trapezoidal windows, seeing Robert across the street, leaning against a parking meter, smoking a cigarette.
He waited for me, and as we headed toward the subway he said, "One day we'll go in together, and the work will be ours."
-Patti Smith, Just Kids