tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76857302023326394722024-03-12T20:58:41.143-05:00This Must Be The Placescotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818630056162654896noreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685730202332639472.post-20659017791484908712011-01-17T16:26:00.005-06:002011-01-17T17:00:07.891-06:00no more excusesAnother year, another Americorps? (too bad some vowels don't have the same pungent alliteration as consonants)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVgngUoZhTvpANkmU1iAlil4Qw3Xz2N4VUkkMLnm3wWOy-dxYBSk0M-F4G1vm0moPx_iYp-2bJU0DA1HNZhwV2S0jbUCEhHT54OKN5N_s0GqulaT7qNgDPodz8mt2KeDDlX30rVuBA6PsE/s1600/5226902620_f8ecf77b7a_b%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVgngUoZhTvpANkmU1iAlil4Qw3Xz2N4VUkkMLnm3wWOy-dxYBSk0M-F4G1vm0moPx_iYp-2bJU0DA1HNZhwV2S0jbUCEhHT54OKN5N_s0GqulaT7qNgDPodz8mt2KeDDlX30rVuBA6PsE/s400/5226902620_f8ecf77b7a_b%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563287395180772674" border="0" /></a>I started at <a href="http://www.van-go.org/">Van Go</a> (formerly "Van Go Mobile Arts") a week ago and things have been pretty quiet thus far. I'm able to gratify my love of material organization (anywhere but in my home!) with quite a bit of research (poking around on the internet and reading about Ann Cooper) and menial things like cleaning and preparing for our next big event.<br /><br />It's incredibly different from City Year's exhausting <span style="font-style: italic;">sturm und drang</span> - most of the staff is older and the general understanding is that the troubled "youth" we serve (some of them are close to my age) are the ones who will be serving forth the drama.<br /><br />I have to admit that it's nice to be in a setting that is structured compared to the loosey-goosiness of college life, with its indeterminable gaps between classes which, more often than not, served as occasions for stolen naps in the stacks. Everyone talks about how nice it is to be able to go home and not have to worry about homework or preparation.<br /><br />The problem, as I was complaining to Drew the other day, is that I feel like my entire life has become about coming home, preparing a meal, and then cleaning the kitchen (with reading, internet-ing, and PS3 Civilization-ing thrown in the mix). Not a terrible thing, granted, but one that needs to be a little more stimulating considering I expend relatively so little energy throughout the day. However, I've noticed that I've become a lot more conscientious about my food since I've started Americorps - a whole lot less meat, less eating out, less random snacking. It's not perfect, admittedly - I'm munching on a large bag of Jalapeno Crunchers as I type this - but it's a noticeable change from the harried indulgences of student life.<br /><br />This has inspired me enough to really begin an exploration of home cooking, as is so popular on and off the blogs nowadays. I'm calling it the Poverty Diet, though hopefully it'll be rich in flavor while low in cost. This may change if I get food stamps (fingers crossed!) but either way, I'm going to look into producing more well-rounded meals, with an emphasis on vegetables. I have yet to jump on that local food wagon yet but in preparation for Van Go's summer food program (more on this later) I might start picking up ideas.<br /><br />We'll see how it goes but I'm off to a decent start. Last week included a lentil stew-ish thing (which looked incredibly bland and off-putting but tasted great in my opinion) with quinoa and an unctuous <a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2009/01/mushroom-bourguignon/">mushroom bourguignon</a> that was easy though time-consuming to make (10 PM after shopping and prep was far too late for my Midwestern 7 PM eating schedule).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGa0CXZt23OyZwpAEXzixgrWfK5JNKoh605CMqCmYrlyoJUNG2m89JaHA34zcw6LP2cT5cdWx0Dp1EG01_KGfgf4OECh5ZNeY1ZlOBhzCWzUfcwzm0xUG3A4zhFpfonYesxVO6htZhD-Yi/s1600/pretty-lunch-day-6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGa0CXZt23OyZwpAEXzixgrWfK5JNKoh605CMqCmYrlyoJUNG2m89JaHA34zcw6LP2cT5cdWx0Dp1EG01_KGfgf4OECh5ZNeY1ZlOBhzCWzUfcwzm0xUG3A4zhFpfonYesxVO6htZhD-Yi/s400/pretty-lunch-day-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563292399970742818" border="0" /></a>I've been especially inspired by Sara Dickerman's lovely "<a href="http://www.bonappetit.com/blogsandforums/blogs/badaily/food-lovers-cleanse/">Food Lover's Cleanse</a>" journal for Bon Appetit. I love reading food diaries like New York Magazine's "New York Diet" and have thus decided to set forth into creating my own on this very blog. I probably won't write about many of my meals (my lunches usually consist of strategic leftovers) but I think it'll provide me with a push to get some variety into my diet. Let's see what happens!scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818630056162654896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685730202332639472.post-66087434396803231892010-07-12T22:09:00.008-05:002010-07-12T23:54:25.451-05:00too youngHeeeeey friends.<br /><br />Sorry, but everything's suuuper busy this summer. I'll actually update something worthwhile soon to my two readers (hrumph, Jessica and Tyler).<br /><br />Just some quick things:<br />Vogue goes <a href="http://www.vogue.com/voguedaily/2010/06/shopping-with-maureen-dowd-and-michiko-kakutani/">shopping</a> with Michiko Kakutani and Maureen Dowd? Whaa? Two of the most respected/feared women in journalism? Hilarious. But refreshing, at the same time; feminism finally lets its hair down.<br /><br />Also, this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVF9_Qn7jX4/TDvxIhEHICI/AAAAAAAAAzA/Jqw7-V1Q8ag/s1600/cess_hamm_hall_09_v.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVF9_Qn7jX4/TDvxIhEHICI/AAAAAAAAAzA/Jqw7-V1Q8ag/s400/cess_hamm_hall_09_v.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493249299125313570" border="0" /></a>Amazing, right? Stefani Tonchi already seems to be flying out of the gate at his new post. Unstoppable.<br /><br />BTW, I changed the color scheme to something a little more summery/I'm super into forest green thanks to this <a href="http://wecouldgrowuptogether.blogspot.com/">dude</a> (my new favorite blog!).scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818630056162654896noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685730202332639472.post-87610679397576585352010-06-06T20:26:00.003-05:002010-06-06T20:45:04.377-05:00start spreadin' the newsHi.<br /><br />I am here:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRHTQ8JQNv6F4E1DgQOS3ftceNiGTpflf8HWBabl_O8JonVCQ7TwZJZwI83ojGxuamoctMdI_4egNkdF3rAHdGdyaGxcApZ57ArxwgDis91VLwLPxm5Vnz8vvJsTsBN8yUmtDCpQ9YJYIj/s1600/576344.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRHTQ8JQNv6F4E1DgQOS3ftceNiGTpflf8HWBabl_O8JonVCQ7TwZJZwI83ojGxuamoctMdI_4egNkdF3rAHdGdyaGxcApZ57ArxwgDis91VLwLPxm5Vnz8vvJsTsBN8yUmtDCpQ9YJYIj/s400/576344.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479837375791637890" border="0" /></a>Which is to say that I am in Morningside Hieghts. Which is to say that I am in New York.<br /><br />I guess I have a backlog of explaining to do (not that this blog is much for explaining any particular element of my life). After fake graduating in May (I'm going back for a victory half-lap in the fall), I've flown out here to begin an internship that begins tomorrow. I'll be interning at the Bronx Museum of the Arts through the Arts & Business Council of New York. Most of my feelings about this internship involve rapid fire excitement and vague, haunting fear. It's enough to say that I am, as always, worried. But I know it'll be fine. Even if I know nothing about art.<br /><br />It's nice to be back in the city, even though, as I told my friend John, I'm still trying to adjust my gaze from a touristic mode to a residential one. It's strange living in Manhattan and having Zabar's a couple of subway stops away. It feels, one could say, empowering. I could be Woody Allen and Meg Ryan. (Is it sad that those are the only two people really conjured up when thinking of the Upper Westside? Yes.)<br /><br />For the first time since I've been here, the heat haze has temporarily lifted off the city, but only because of the threat of thunderstorms and hail. In fact, walking back from the bookstore, I was almost cold; a funny sensation that nevertheless made me wish I had changed out of my shorts.<br /><br />I am someone who sweats. A lot. And not anywhere strategic or unnoticeable. It seems like most of my sweat comes from my head and lands directly on my face, where it becomes mired in my eyebrows, above my lip, or right around my nose. It makes me look like I am an oily, ghastly brute. It makes me feel like one too. I hate it. I realize that I'm going to be feeling like that a lot this summer with an apartment that isn't air-conditioned. But never mind that for right now. I'll have plenty of time to complain.<br /><br />Back to the bookstore. I love how bookstores seemingly are just in constant supply in Manhattan. On Friday, I picked up a book at my favorite bookstore, McNally Jackson Books. It's called <span style="font-style: italic;">Dancer</span> and it's by Colum McCann. It's a fictional retelling of Nureyev's life. If anything, I am a very specific fan of this very specific genre. Non-fiction sometimes gets stuck. Fictional retellings of non-fiction people flows, particularly this example. It flowed so well that before I knew it, I had read a third of the book. Now I arrive at a quandry. Today, I went to another bookstore and spent an hour and half deciding. Do I purchase the book that I really want to read, but have already read partly through? Do I buy his other book, which I hear is also fantastic but might be too much McCann for one person to read in such a short time? Or do I go with something else? I went with an art theory book, which also made me really worried that I wouldn't read it because I would be tired from thinking about art all day with my job. Though it will be great for dropping little factoids.<br /><br />Once again, this is to say, Oh well. I am happy. I am spending lots of money. But right now, feeling the breeze whirl around my room and threaten to push over the box fan, it's good. Now I have to try and remember how to tie a tie.scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818630056162654896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685730202332639472.post-35051543084642178072010-05-03T22:16:00.005-05:002010-05-03T22:20:53.272-05:00cousins, separated by mediums<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhbDcwQUXxr6RZn3jaoWMIVvVcNXgFIVsCmtxALXxV7LGbHDppDmotRH_Uc1jittudvKMU1l9NeLWr_t1SpmzhHfmiB9Qt7SzUUqIRKwTD0Et1vEv5kBWx0MNPJh18H1B6XNu5sfO2znWE/s1600/tristanbypr8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhbDcwQUXxr6RZn3jaoWMIVvVcNXgFIVsCmtxALXxV7LGbHDppDmotRH_Uc1jittudvKMU1l9NeLWr_t1SpmzhHfmiB9Qt7SzUUqIRKwTD0Et1vEv5kBWx0MNPJh18H1B6XNu5sfO2znWE/s400/tristanbypr8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467248644988425298" /></a>I love this thoroughly romantic portrait of Tristan Knights by famed photographer Paolo Reversi. Doesn't it look like something Elizabeth Peyton would've done?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2fx0rUKKkdbXXUkFLgSxJUTSuY1q5ZgVpdJA9HOQ296tW7ewEIybRJv4n8O1PbKgTnPObV3iVDMBnxHoH5nRmfMIF_rhTaw8BcDtd2HD0S6cVuPlBwBik6MPvq2f1G_udxQO2v8MSpYM3/s1600/03peytonslide1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2fx0rUKKkdbXXUkFLgSxJUTSuY1q5ZgVpdJA9HOQ296tW7ewEIybRJv4n8O1PbKgTnPObV3iVDMBnxHoH5nRmfMIF_rhTaw8BcDtd2HD0S6cVuPlBwBik6MPvq2f1G_udxQO2v8MSpYM3/s400/03peytonslide1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467249059072931570" /></a>Images from <a href="http://thefashionisto.com/tristan-knights-by-paolo-roversi-in-56-rue-boissiere-man-about-town/">here</a> and <a href="http://glossless.com/contemporary-artist-elizabeth-peyton-redefines-romanticism/">here</a>.scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818630056162654896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685730202332639472.post-76083598146322402382010-05-02T17:36:00.006-05:002010-05-03T22:21:42.745-05:00so happy to serve you<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shopexit9.com/images/products/detail/coffee_cup4.1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://shopexit9.com/images/products/detail/coffee_cup4.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Proof that good design isn't always sparsely printed in Helvetica, the iconic blue and white cardboard coffee cup associated with New York diners and street stands has an almost mythical quality to it. For me, it brings up ideas of intellectualism, tradition, and speed. Imagine a tall man, hunched over against the wind, wrapped in a tweed overcoat with the steaming cup in his hand. Although the coffee inside wasn't always very good, the cup itself was always just right.<br /><br />The <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/04/30/nyregion/30buck.html?src=me&ref=general">inventor</a> of the "Anthora" died this past week. Leslie Buck was an immigrant who somehow utilized Greek imagery to create an American icon.<br /><br />Several years ago, the Anthora was revitalized when shops began selling a witty ceramic version of it. I have one sitting on my desk; it's much too cherished for everyday use. You can get your own <a href="http://www.momastore.org/museum/moma/ProductDisplay?catalogId=10451&storeId=10001&parent_category_rn=11496&categoryId=11506&partNumber=53396&LangId=-1&promoCode=8K119&cid=GPS07230901">here</a>.scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818630056162654896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685730202332639472.post-4499902559906470662010-04-14T16:46:00.008-05:002010-12-24T13:37:54.723-06:00this lights up my life<div style="text-align: center;"><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Agl4IvNnQPo&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Agl4IvNnQPo&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"></embed></object><br /></div>There are so many great things about this video:<br />1. Patti Smith on a kids' show? Yes, please.<br />2. Her considerate and insightful answers, all spoken with that drawling Chicago accent.<br />3. Patti Smith earnestly singing "You Light Up My Life", the Debby Boone that is considered one of the sappiest ballads of all of time. Confession: I secretly love that song and Patti totally rocks it in a weird, "can't really sing" sort of way.<br />4. Her performance is to be followed by an appearance from Count Dracula. Awesome.scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818630056162654896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685730202332639472.post-50077335073328134532010-04-08T21:29:00.007-05:002010-04-08T22:02:29.881-05:00tidesI've been feeling it for awhile, but last night's Beach House concert cemented it for me: I'm feeling for California.<br /><br />Okay, so this band's wispy musical stylings are based in Baltimore. Nonetheless, they reflect an on-going resurgence in the dream-cool that's taking place on all fronts.<br /><br />For me, it started last fall with the collections of cool kid designers Proenza Schouler and Thakoon. Their Spring '10 collections showcased surf-inspired looks that had just the right amount of long-limbed insouciance, messiness, and gracefulness.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/S2010RTW/PSCHOULER/RUNWAY/00200m.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/S2010RTW/PSCHOULER/RUNWAY/00200m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> Proenza Schouler from style.com<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/S2010RTW/THAKOON/RUNWAY/00140m.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/S2010RTW/THAKOON/RUNWAY/00140m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> Thakoon from style.com<br /><br />I love the electric blues and yellows that they showed - enough to reconsider a diversion from my normal black, gray, and dark blue. Maybe this summer will have me sporting vintage Oakley's and one of those bright pink swimming shorts so popular in the nineties?<br /><br />But my obsession with California has less to do with most American's associations. In fact, I've always been kind of disgusted with the reality of California, especialyl SoCal. Instead, I've meshed a sort of laid-back utopia out of the surf culture and Laurel Canyon-era electic bohemianism. Imagine waking up in a house with white-washed wood floors surrounded by lush trees (something like <a href="http://www.theselby.com/11_14_08_guy_maximilla/index.html">this</a>), driving barefoot to some shack to get fish tacos, and getting stoned by the beach while wearing an oversize t-shirt with holes in it. Sort of Joni Mitchell on a surf board. Privileged, a little bit unthinking, and young.<br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SuoTjYYqe4c&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SuoTjYYqe4c&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br />Anyway, I've already been listening to them for awhile, but I'm going to soothe my California-less woes this summer by listening to the Girls while driving to the lake. To follow up, I'm temporarily changing the colors of this blog.scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818630056162654896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685730202332639472.post-63282699868244794352010-03-26T14:02:00.003-05:002010-12-24T13:34:42.022-06:00let's go back to...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3XcUxg__cb0_oP_nVCz9VAER27akaXaVxhnxFugR2intKQFqCbHeVBgfuhUNV8vOU1BbY1YIIWUM2lrj5H6kgxqF1E_wq58PSg9VK9_kCn6AkjQBrEBYmr-OGbY6abm5Wd0qg-yP19Pwx/s1600/IMG_3816.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3XcUxg__cb0_oP_nVCz9VAER27akaXaVxhnxFugR2intKQFqCbHeVBgfuhUNV8vOU1BbY1YIIWUM2lrj5H6kgxqF1E_wq58PSg9VK9_kCn6AkjQBrEBYmr-OGbY6abm5Wd0qg-yP19Pwx/s400/IMG_3816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453020165635665218" border="0" /></a>scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818630056162654896noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685730202332639472.post-16306516337430698082010-03-22T14:31:00.003-05:002010-03-22T14:34:53.254-05:00yellow fever<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvzMBuIvAzyj4J3z8EbnWHdoBY8bt7OT-PzmVTSn37XpbvJt0FxvyiKX-4RDi90qetCeSkvVKXAWErxOyJG1r_2uaKmWZG13vQ13eNhmD3gnUSfdKdPHIHd9-ZkNSdzICsZRWClNWs60Hm/s1600-h/sad-Monosodium-glutamate.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvzMBuIvAzyj4J3z8EbnWHdoBY8bt7OT-PzmVTSn37XpbvJt0FxvyiKX-4RDi90qetCeSkvVKXAWErxOyJG1r_2uaKmWZG13vQ13eNhmD3gnUSfdKdPHIHd9-ZkNSdzICsZRWClNWs60Hm/s400/sad-Monosodium-glutamate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451543394569362162" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.good.is/post/don-t-be-scared-of-msg/">Proof</a> why you should be afraid of neither MSG or, for that matter, Chinese food. All you health nuts can safely focus on growth hormones or whatnot instead now.scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818630056162654896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685730202332639472.post-3608136884659347522010-02-25T16:34:00.007-06:002010-04-15T13:35:33.738-05:00tiny boxes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY3fDpGiayKVmEpNvZI4biJ2TtGS_oLuJwSivtcxapRz4XPPHulbIf8iwKR4ArGXDKL1idOLxdq3ADx_wubpGYKGRQA3yG1TlUq4Q_mnw_dm8-ssqZypgBaevMSId-j9IDbks-ctnc3a8d/s1600-h/33120478.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY3fDpGiayKVmEpNvZI4biJ2TtGS_oLuJwSivtcxapRz4XPPHulbIf8iwKR4ArGXDKL1idOLxdq3ADx_wubpGYKGRQA3yG1TlUq4Q_mnw_dm8-ssqZypgBaevMSId-j9IDbks-ctnc3a8d/s400/33120478.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442313965990941618" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifNbjWFNxXtJxmqxSGHmnmK3kjdybukna78qOjdhrpZG_KEYTJBX7Z12QhmKEAoeDakHkA-0oSQUpqLW5WJ30GPGF3LAQIlG-G38Y7-N_nYjSU14OmoGbZz7SAd5oKuz9gPz_m072CDASZ/s1600-h/33120361.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifNbjWFNxXtJxmqxSGHmnmK3kjdybukna78qOjdhrpZG_KEYTJBX7Z12QhmKEAoeDakHkA-0oSQUpqLW5WJ30GPGF3LAQIlG-G38Y7-N_nYjSU14OmoGbZz7SAd5oKuz9gPz_m072CDASZ/s400/33120361.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442313958836371698" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXGCooHjAAnQN_8y-sZUtK9HHuoQmpjfhE7l6QQ2Fe9SzwSGEMoToVukXmDIqJ3uMkFOv_aZKrwOejKw8QaPc1KK32uGUDFB8yNZGfk6bgpBNyu3IMaMqpR9WJVOn2fx3b3m3uLSrOf4zC/s1600-h/33120334.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXGCooHjAAnQN_8y-sZUtK9HHuoQmpjfhE7l6QQ2Fe9SzwSGEMoToVukXmDIqJ3uMkFOv_aZKrwOejKw8QaPc1KK32uGUDFB8yNZGfk6bgpBNyu3IMaMqpR9WJVOn2fx3b3m3uLSrOf4zC/s400/33120334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442313950383175826" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSkeILADfyL4n1qlD6aDW6RgQqa6StOWGzQ9Y7jMxTbAG5Pk6UAPuB9wzend2DO1tZJWmmDLewOkQuLJ_wI7Psi6xmOiXl1LjPfceZ96ZkQvIIYhfQPW0HIzBRlYfas5SDchXcvVZod_3q/s1600-h/33120331.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSkeILADfyL4n1qlD6aDW6RgQqa6StOWGzQ9Y7jMxTbAG5Pk6UAPuB9wzend2DO1tZJWmmDLewOkQuLJ_wI7Psi6xmOiXl1LjPfceZ96ZkQvIIYhfQPW0HIzBRlYfas5SDchXcvVZod_3q/s400/33120331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442313947505433282" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV4nYCXojp_EXDBTNUa3l55cQdWuuyTSn6g1LfNuSveNERuAe_5Y35OKs4eVsGEPV2_BwUR1975aSQvtY5HEd4qMY9-r9fawpCJO1-xncToP7iXF_6yoAtTKijoH0dA0u0troV3SwYyZGc/s1600-h/33120271.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV4nYCXojp_EXDBTNUa3l55cQdWuuyTSn6g1LfNuSveNERuAe_5Y35OKs4eVsGEPV2_BwUR1975aSQvtY5HEd4qMY9-r9fawpCJO1-xncToP7iXF_6yoAtTKijoH0dA0u0troV3SwYyZGc/s400/33120271.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442313944585038242" /></a><br />I think that too much space makes me nervous. That's why the idea of these tiny little apartments, like this one owned by a young designer, are so appealing to me. They're intimate, quirky, manageable, and reachable. It's hard to achieve perfection in a huge house, but it's a whole lot easier when your whole living space is one room. <br /><br />images from <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/02/11/garden/11location.html">here</a>.scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818630056162654896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685730202332639472.post-45659526198373749542010-02-20T17:03:00.002-06:002010-02-20T17:05:00.699-06:00donuts, man<object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cXQKmg5QSbQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cXQKmg5QSbQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"></embed></object><br /><br />a reprimand to this?: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCF3ywukQYAscotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818630056162654896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685730202332639472.post-25358270124145799512010-02-06T18:42:00.009-06:002010-02-10T11:04:43.496-06:00just hit rewind<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.dailycal.org/arts/files/2008/09/blue.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 300px;" src="http://blog.dailycal.org/arts/files/2008/09/blue.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />This weekend I'm back home in Manhattan. My sister's turned sixteen, which means I'm giving up my Honda Civic for a (comparatively) swanky Mazda M3. I mean, c'mon - it has a CD player.<br /><br />But in a sense, I'm not quite ready to give up the Civic. It drives me crazy that the only music I can listen to is either NPR, Top 40, or my slightly melted Blue Oyster Cult and Psychedelic Furs cassette tapes from high school. Still, cars become such an attachment in Kansas; they're like third legs (and not in a dirty way). Plus, I can't help but think that my silver Honda's a little less tacky than a sporty bright blue Mazda.<br /><br />I wasn't in the greatest mood driving back and I dug out one of my oldest friends that I've been neglecting for awhile: Joni Mitchell's <span style="font-style: italic;">Blue. </span><span>I don't think that anyone can fully understand me unless they've carefully listened to this record, through on through. Call me girly, call me uninspired, but it's true.<br /><br /></span>I don't remember when exactly I purchased it for the first time on CD. I think we were on a family vacation somewhere, maybe San Francisco. At that time, I think I was a freshman in high school, give or take, and had been discovering all this great folk music that I liked to listen to alone in my room with the lights off. I'd seen the lovely Joni pop up on recommendation lists in magazines like <span style="font-style: italic;">Spin </span>and <span style="font-style: italic;">Rolling Stone </span>but I'd never heard anything besides "Both Sides Now" and "Big Yellow Taxi".<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Blue </span>was different from anything that I'd heard. The reason I'd been so into folksy sorts of music was because it seemed to express all the deeply melancholy emotions I'd been experiencing in a truer, more connective way than the mope rock like the Smiths, which up to then had been my favorite band. And that was especially true for <span style="font-style: italic;">Blue, </span>which contained the voracious heights and the lowest lows to which a hormonal and precocious teenager could really grasp on. An immediate sense of connection, like the music was being pumped straight into my veins.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>Since then, the love affair's only continued.<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>One of the greatest and most thoughtful gifts I've ever received is from my fantastic friend Katie. We geeked out over our mutual adoration of the album in trigonometry class junior year and when she returned from winter break, she presented me with <span style="font-style: italic;">Blue </span>on cassette tape. Because there really was nothing else to listen to in that Civic, it became the <span style="font-style: italic;">de facto</span> music. That's when Joni and I really got to bond.<br /><br />I have literally listened to that tape over and over again, countlessly, endlessly. There was a time when I knew exactly how long to fast-forward through sections of the tape to get to the song I wanted to hear. It was the tape that I would listen late nights in high school, when I would drive my car out into the country, lonely and depressed, and gaze at the stars while Joni sang softly in the background. It was the tape that was in my car every time I drove back home from Mizzou, feeling the unending urge to make a break for it all.<br /><br />I guess I haven't really talked about the album or its songs specifically. In a way, that feels too personal (as if this post weren't embarrassingly already). Now I can see some of its flaws and there are definitely songs I love more than others: "California", "A Case of You", and "All I Want" come to mind. More than anything, that tape has demonstrated emotional dependability, in a way that not many things have in my life. I'm not always a very good person, but it's nice to know that Joni's always going to be there, feeling the same things that I'm feeling when no one else is around - I just have to pop her into my tape player.<br /><br />So in a very tangential way, this is my tribute to Joni Mitchell and my ol' Civic. It feels kinda silly writing it now, but... Well, I don't know. Let me just leave you with my favorite song off of <span style="font-style: italic;">Blue</span>. Don't just listen to it absentmindedly while perusing Wikipedia or anything. Save it for when you're feeling washing the dishes a little down or the weather outside is slushy and grey. Or you could be like me and just listen to it again and again... and again.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xCov0TYXBp8&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xCov0TYXBp8&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818630056162654896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685730202332639472.post-70184904010553115052010-02-05T17:10:00.005-06:002010-02-05T17:16:15.052-06:00Also,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ePdksBx1CISkGAISwGyEZS8bwZjRfUHddUhwQ0AZWY09yJatGZGgcXCMWWOp6TG0icuHNLhXO_vDLUPn0YeBo1qKJY1cP0s1-mvpLbMRK3hWYc4mg8duYyeJBLOG6vQy88MUGTiq2UiO/s1600-h/8058510-R1-034-15A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvNoh3-BuG-6trmSQhQy3F9WUbvovEa8Bn7IuSdLdce0v9Koz6tHE2HIW7jYmDkQSHqcXqIzVF8OpMwhm12JLGS7GBXO7E86dGHSyLJ8BDXtlMiJPE_Aroma-D6YNLXviA5Gofxknbjk9G/s400/8058510-R1-048-22A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434901433592398162" border="0" /></a><br />These were on the same roll as the Seattle/Vancouver photos. Looking back, high school probably wasn't as bad as I thought it was. I'm still surprised, however, that people were willing to hang out with my buzzed hair cut.scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818630056162654896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685730202332639472.post-67013810834350656162010-02-05T16:55:00.008-06:002010-02-05T17:08:16.842-06:00hot child in the city<span style="font-style: italic;"></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHClNUoRcg5jNOzlaueUlVW9MTaRA8e7FVSWT3ZOwaLHTL2-0FpIcWQ0BxRUYJceGhmQVxCNAmFWHgON92YEfxWDfgKVHi2RRmSJo8ZBFlEXjB2xmaE6oeQr3vm-_zOWXMrgwcGhWi9nFY/s1600-h/8058510-R1-028-12A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHClNUoRcg5jNOzlaueUlVW9MTaRA8e7FVSWT3ZOwaLHTL2-0FpIcWQ0BxRUYJceGhmQVxCNAmFWHgON92YEfxWDfgKVHi2RRmSJo8ZBFlEXjB2xmaE6oeQr3vm-_zOWXMrgwcGhWi9nFY/s400/8058510-R1-028-12A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434898910860358642" border="0" /></a><br />Like everyone else in the world (okay, maybe only those really into figure skating), I'm incredibly excited about the Winter Olympics coming up. I've been sorting through iPhoto and came across some old photos taken on a family trip to Seattle/Vancouver way back in my high school days (ignore the shaved head; I promise it was <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> hot that summer in Kansas).<br /><br />I have to say, my favorite thing that I saw on the trip were the Prada/toxic green bathrooms of the Seattle Public Library, which is shown below. Well, the Rem Koolhas-designed library itself was, of course, <span style="font-style: italic;">astounding. </span><br /><br />As for Vancouver? More than anything, I remember the feeling of <span style="font-style: italic;">cleanliness</span> that pervaded the city.. I know, it sounds lame, but there's something indescribably crisp. 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I love my new digital SLR, but its photos don't produce the same vibrancy that film does. I have to admit, however, it's hella less expensive.scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818630056162654896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685730202332639472.post-90156698528464360922010-01-31T13:33:00.005-06:002010-01-31T14:03:02.139-06:00my goodies.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7U9uBPpkZvZH2x-HI-V3laJySZ3ApwV4W1pf3OUlubdcATgMaB9tezcEUkPdcRiF1NskJ11eXRKtkXVDBKJ7EbH9Ce9MRV2zsGwzHvlABuakL_OXcKcElO5Wi7JH1DvduLOwXC2W1AZsl/s1600-h/IMG_2473.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7U9uBPpkZvZH2x-HI-V3laJySZ3ApwV4W1pf3OUlubdcATgMaB9tezcEUkPdcRiF1NskJ11eXRKtkXVDBKJ7EbH9Ce9MRV2zsGwzHvlABuakL_OXcKcElO5Wi7JH1DvduLOwXC2W1AZsl/s400/IMG_2473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432996702083289618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVnIxvAZq0fUXMwgQPG32W3J5mY8fLwAGXq6JGLyBQxPBq3-f8JC23Kdkpwy5zKZzRHQnZF4tQxVYbHDwjJ7HK7sdLkITcysQlcbkKW0pLRAXZY9NvibCBHQ6o7Mg8EOvJuVSo-waC4yCM/s1600-h/IMG_2529.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIYOHEZDM1SCuRnHecAh9JN_WQtc2wjBAE8wwSXwTAm8bELZ0bqDVuOFYwdgII9NNn7LUmAwCg5m4i05aXiu6qwfSiLOFljK8pMkUlmpswNZIxjxqeq3sI7ziduGUNbJWO84Tge_52J7MZ/s400/IMG_1899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432992704522208610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivELYegHB0giPiim52aSvk0PfFbn2kxE7XTqkc4tTl0M1wymi5rdFjDnyd02qi-iHGMSe3C94w6HRYE9w8-8Qg13Gwx9B4NIK9qR7U8oRi64dCA0qTy0o6mcnbs8klHKtYrOJQNmAZiJHP/s1600-h/IMG_1825.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivELYegHB0giPiim52aSvk0PfFbn2kxE7XTqkc4tTl0M1wymi5rdFjDnyd02qi-iHGMSe3C94w6HRYE9w8-8Qg13Gwx9B4NIK9qR7U8oRi64dCA0qTy0o6mcnbs8klHKtYrOJQNmAZiJHP/s400/IMG_1825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432992686600699970" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjxxH-VpNCm6-cxdjM1bVa-S6VqWEKv3X-oqDylbACdz-wB9EHlrV_FZNHZRHzs9XQ2lKQB-wAwS7CZnjH40H8LpcHE2QTz3apuPk9aNWOdn0sEDf2CAh1j0cxyf_XHse6QMXLTicbmDvh/s1600-h/IMG_1828.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjxxH-VpNCm6-cxdjM1bVa-S6VqWEKv3X-oqDylbACdz-wB9EHlrV_FZNHZRHzs9XQ2lKQB-wAwS7CZnjH40H8LpcHE2QTz3apuPk9aNWOdn0sEDf2CAh1j0cxyf_XHse6QMXLTicbmDvh/s400/IMG_1828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432992683439764162" border="0" /></a><br />I just got back from Taiwan a couple of weeks ago and last night I found myself talking to someone who has family there. Now talking about Taiwan would provoke emotions about family, etc. in, I dunno, most nice grandkids<span style="font-style: italic;"></span>, but most of all I found myself rhapsodizing about the food. Call me an uncaring bastard, but when you have such goodies at hand, it's hard to think about anything else.scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818630056162654896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685730202332639472.post-60070643466802059062010-01-02T18:12:00.007-06:002010-01-02T18:20:11.485-06:00french navy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4YckFsJq2fOMjp4uTxlr0vPAu5RActzAz2-j8C3vRSFrCr0d5F549tmGMBiZfM2Sju5Hjs9PtwoLxzsI8-X1f9Hhk_s-pz36A-4RqgFuvEr9XHB-OYjqHLDQkH06wNn75Kanqzh0U18uT/s1600-h/erez.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 393px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4YckFsJq2fOMjp4uTxlr0vPAu5RActzAz2-j8C3vRSFrCr0d5F549tmGMBiZfM2Sju5Hjs9PtwoLxzsI8-X1f9Hhk_s-pz36A-4RqgFuvEr9XHB-OYjqHLDQkH06wNn75Kanqzh0U18uT/s400/erez.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422300158760148082" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx3Fxrl4Elk2_8s8wv9KijCrVcUThZXCE9c5pAIacf2GZOLCM0PHW0bMwR5jOmGYKva1aeKoF3SI5dQrhTEPL4PbQs_gygLOiUkhQKx-4hyphenhyphenVTd6flK2HjKceKpO7bcB-voCC6eQL5L25UC/s1600-h/erez-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 393px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx3Fxrl4Elk2_8s8wv9KijCrVcUThZXCE9c5pAIacf2GZOLCM0PHW0bMwR5jOmGYKva1aeKoF3SI5dQrhTEPL4PbQs_gygLOiUkhQKx-4hyphenhyphenVTd6flK2HjKceKpO7bcB-voCC6eQL5L25UC/s400/erez-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422300152644729170" border="0" /></a>Pajama sets usually make me think of fifties Hollywood, but not usually in a wearable way. However, I've become completely obsessed with these pjs from J.Crew. The piping is to die for. I'd love a cream linen set with navy piping and my initials monogrammed. It's more French than Cary Grant. It's Jane Birkin waking up in the morning, throwing on the pajama shirt, and sitting on the balcony and smoking. When I spotted this image of Claude Chabrol in his personal best, it all made sense. I still don't know if I can personally pull them off, but don't they look great?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRNK-qwiAi7YeYl3qjP-3W167UGYe85LcN_Uhgk7104scRBXqgKuuPg9vEn59-he1c3plo3qCCMo1QFdnlRQNETmNXXdeQI6aNQ4KwdhhSEzN9_6vYlG_hSECxpMdaqTBD3KHDxuhyphenhypheni3sP/s1600-h/d88a21d0ea1b677056a1cada53cd6a0206ac606d_m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRNK-qwiAi7YeYl3qjP-3W167UGYe85LcN_Uhgk7104scRBXqgKuuPg9vEn59-he1c3plo3qCCMo1QFdnlRQNETmNXXdeQI6aNQ4KwdhhSEzN9_6vYlG_hSECxpMdaqTBD3KHDxuhyphenhypheni3sP/s400/d88a21d0ea1b677056a1cada53cd6a0206ac606d_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422301121244957810" border="0" /></a>image from <a href="http://nerdboyfriend.com/">here</a>.scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818630056162654896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685730202332639472.post-41941460456632447942009-12-29T00:50:00.005-06:002009-12-29T01:38:27.713-06:00And a happy new year...Chomping on some pastries and tea eggs in the Eva Air lounge waiting for the plane. Off to Taiwan and then Cambodia with my ol' paps, where we'll be heading off to this little swingin' pad to start the new year/decade right...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg663_eXOAMKd-GqXWTyY6nD1LlFk9Fo2220maUoqOr8xdyw34xWm-NBQEbtzQBFUD5t8bXPmDDHWUjBkXiJCkaemjpgiDHkGp3F1MgDhJfdJSCC2G1nTzUYqP5h5seJIuO2_Mfj2yiNvjW/s1600-h/angkor_wideweb__470x307,2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg663_eXOAMKd-GqXWTyY6nD1LlFk9Fo2220maUoqOr8xdyw34xWm-NBQEbtzQBFUD5t8bXPmDDHWUjBkXiJCkaemjpgiDHkGp3F1MgDhJfdJSCC2G1nTzUYqP5h5seJIuO2_Mfj2yiNvjW/s400/angkor_wideweb__470x307,2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420547772998525058" border="0" /></a>photo from <a href="http://www.theage.com.au/news/travel/climate-change-ended-angkor/2007/03/14/1173722551013.html">here</a>.<br /><br />Sometimes even I have to admit that I have a pretty nice life. Bumped up to business class? Even nicer... It certainly softens the blow of losing approximately 3 days of my life one single way to Taipei.<br /><br />What to pack for travel reading = always a conundrum in my book. Though my semester wasn't exactly literature-heavy, I decided I needed a nice trashy read. What could be trashier than that ultimate camp classic, Jacqueline Susann's <span style="font-style: italic;">Valley of the Dolls</span>?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/1900f6f18b7fbb4229b2df86cf62f904036d0651_m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 475px;" src="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/1900f6f18b7fbb4229b2df86cf62f904036d0651_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>However, the read was a little too trashy for even me - halfway through the book and our trip, I've dropping it off at the lounge for some intrepid traveler. As for me, I'll stick to the movie.<br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sLS3_t1cATM&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sLS3_t1cATM&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br />Instead, I picked up Robert Bolano's <span style="font-style: italic;">2666, </span>which garnered a glut of attention and fawning reviews when it came out. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv-IimIIbwXf7nP4vQLzmbDg_J17lFVyvEDobfWNvHuM8RxbdYh_lwdh3OSzlI4vtNbmXaFoI7lSBV4uvJvefSbnbcSkRslfHA07AZAoI0F2UfYrP9GMR8mD0ItoVH-_z-IeE9ddRyYr62/s1600-h/tumblr_ktxoyhtwLH1qzxr5oo1_400.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv-IimIIbwXf7nP4vQLzmbDg_J17lFVyvEDobfWNvHuM8RxbdYh_lwdh3OSzlI4vtNbmXaFoI7lSBV4uvJvefSbnbcSkRslfHA07AZAoI0F2UfYrP9GMR8mD0ItoVH-_z-IeE9ddRyYr62/s400/tumblr_ktxoyhtwLH1qzxr5oo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420558896418615778" border="0" /></a>I'm normally resistant to contemporary literature from unknown authors - I like to know that my time is being well-spent. But I was in a hurry, nothing else caught my eye, it looked like it might keep me through my entire journey, and... hey, why not? The cover, at least, is fantastic. And for $18, it was a positive steal compared to whatever awful Nathaniel Hawthorne novel I might've picked up in Taiwan instead.<br /><br /><br />Anyway, here is one of my fave ditties from Ms. Ella to season your holiday seasonings. Here's hoping you all get that New Year's kiss.<br /><br />I'll personally be thinking of a special someone come New Year's Eve - some guys have all the luck!<br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZYkjz-6nic8&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZYkjz-6nic8&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />See ya next decade!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVRxK1efDlA8_N7x71ewVx8T3gb4qAlm3mJsuqk96yLYzW9jSUECN2woNtlfaQs-XknsrF0rcat8VMPCbvjHbIwvjw6gN0g_x30FvhfFKbT_CQP2jKMeS4ngMF-zHdUfqxlIYWeATnEI1b/s1600-h/Photo+75.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVRxK1efDlA8_N7x71ewVx8T3gb4qAlm3mJsuqk96yLYzW9jSUECN2woNtlfaQs-XknsrF0rcat8VMPCbvjHbIwvjw6gN0g_x30FvhfFKbT_CQP2jKMeS4ngMF-zHdUfqxlIYWeATnEI1b/s400/Photo+75.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420556778214277026" border="0" />Signing off!</a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaIi0E_dPfuLnzy9xkz9IAi4QEnRWQeEIJi64YZ3b3VMQe_DPz9T5AT3vHFe8JiB9H4fH0AWKtSLytli89H0bhl6bsaKuXLbD6CJt-lppB5LHv1Sl6ef-Cpv0s-Jzp337D0hG-yREtYCPV/s1600-h/Photo+75.jpg"><br /></a>scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818630056162654896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685730202332639472.post-80794388147182364242009-12-06T19:29:00.000-06:002009-12-06T19:30:07.487-06:00Love is Strange<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LebhVGH3-C0&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LebhVGH3-C0&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818630056162654896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685730202332639472.post-22702250218463066292009-12-05T13:30:00.003-06:002009-12-05T13:39:36.426-06:00Reasons why Taiwan will be the next world power:The only recent popular news I've seen about the island:<br /><br />A Taiwanese man beat <span style="font-style: italic;">World of Warcraft:<br />http://www.examiner.com/x-28647-Milwaukee-Video-Game-Examiner~y2009m12d4-Little-Gray-beats-World-of-Warcraft<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">And </span></span></span></span></span>we're simulating news scenarios about Tiger Woods:<br />http://www.nytimes.com/2009/12/06/business/media/06animate.html?hp<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></span><br /><br /></span>Great.<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818630056162654896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685730202332639472.post-21434205426552975272009-12-02T21:14:00.001-06:002009-12-02T21:19:34.320-06:00All I want for Christmas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif89Aw9rl5MYZMAbdVQn4GlURi3vjsNxQZpSvcmbVOtGDuPEzrZEDVD0cV9Smdfy6PB-9SPn7tRQJltZlmbOzZZeXdESEX4ntAq6h18a2VkNQfK8Ooc2V3DVk5y3WEKgMP-iixN30Wx9Vv/s1600-h/28969439.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif89Aw9rl5MYZMAbdVQn4GlURi3vjsNxQZpSvcmbVOtGDuPEzrZEDVD0cV9Smdfy6PB-9SPn7tRQJltZlmbOzZZeXdESEX4ntAq6h18a2VkNQfK8Ooc2V3DVk5y3WEKgMP-iixN30Wx9Vv/s400/28969439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410844222360958354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Is this wardrobe.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDTOJzXOxB6h5pIxGxEENxGxRmCQU47CdjamklRbpKxXuRQJRWQRJU4bnPtxM43BqoLJ4xWuSBmjMENcZ4WO00srSa916i4d6M4tqdp5EwWIAElLqGg2IJESnCaStIpKpED5sS-NmlMQEi/s1600-h/28969437.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDTOJzXOxB6h5pIxGxEENxGxRmCQU47CdjamklRbpKxXuRQJRWQRJU4bnPtxM43BqoLJ4xWuSBmjMENcZ4WO00srSa916i4d6M4tqdp5EwWIAElLqGg2IJESnCaStIpKpED5sS-NmlMQEi/s400/28969437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410844230199048610" border="0" /></a><br /></div>scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818630056162654896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685730202332639472.post-56304555383405523382009-11-09T15:49:00.008-06:002009-11-09T16:24:42.831-06:00wrapped in glasses - it's fantasticFor the past few days, I've been obsessively checking the mailbox everyday for the arrival of my new glasses. Eye glasses have always been the subject of an incredibly intense love/hate relationship.<br /><br />I absolutely adore the aesthetic idea of a great pair of glasses and remember purposefully reading with really poor lighting when I was younger in hopes of weakening my eyes. In high school, I had a fake pair of plastic black framed ones that I wore constantly until a) they became ubiquitous b) I realized how horrifying they made me look.<br /><br />In college, my eyes finally succumbed and I was diagnosed as a little short sighted, enough to warrant my first pair. Unfortunately, the pair I really wanted was from Oliver Peoples (translation: =$$$$) and in a hurry because my mom was waiting to make Thanksgiving dinner, I chose a pair of Ralph Lauren glasses that ended up being the bane of my existence. I still remember receiving them in the mail at Mizzou, trying them on, and being absolutely horrified.<br /><br />Since then, eyewear and I have been had an uneasy relationship. Nothing makes me look super "Asian" and disfigures my face quicker than a pair of unflattering glasses, which unfortunately happens to be most glasses. I don't really have a face for them, truth be told, and I even avoided sunglasses until very recently because I think they make me look pissed off (via eyebrow juxtapositioning).<br /><br />While in New York, I found a pair of gorgeous titanium ones at a sample sale for $50. It was perhaps my greatest find so of course I lost them promptly in Central Park. Since then, I've been without a pair, despite my eyes getting worse and worse.<br /><br />Finally, with my parents' insurance running out in November, I've gone on an eyeglass hunt. I've found several pairs that I really love, but of course they're always really expensive. I can't justify spending too much money on a pair. I finally found a pair in Lawrence that were perfect, but a little too small. Despairing, I've taken to ordering online.<br /><br />I subscribe less to the trendy-cool genre of mediocre glasses found on so many hipsters and more to the nebbish, New York intellectual aesthetic. Therefore, Moscot made perfect sense despite hesitations about ordering a pair off the internet. <br /><br />Moscot is a Jewish optometrist in New York with a long history and an even longer list of celebrity clients that include John Lennon and Johnny Depp. All of their glasses are named after family members and have that really great Woody Allen-esque chic to them. They're not annoying like many of the black framed glasses out there because not only do they have history and authenticity on their side, but their frames, I think, are more interesting, have personality, and are of better quality.<br /><br />Here are a few of my favorites:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv0NIUxAdWOh3dFM2dKGiJfw5pQzYtM3sy6llnjVvNKK53GPzoGyIUlRcK3Ta-CSFhcz7IaFa4RJ01CmjwapGB_UGohPtdoALVyZwOgf9ZEnhnQtX1-u8P4gSPqC550XbP1yHXzg3v9ES8/s1600-h/med_lemtosh-blonde_tortoise-clear-3194.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 131px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv0NIUxAdWOh3dFM2dKGiJfw5pQzYtM3sy6llnjVvNKK53GPzoGyIUlRcK3Ta-CSFhcz7IaFa4RJ01CmjwapGB_UGohPtdoALVyZwOgf9ZEnhnQtX1-u8P4gSPqC550XbP1yHXzg3v9ES8/s400/med_lemtosh-blonde_tortoise-clear-3194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402228683609584786" border="0" /></a><br />The Lemtosh<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifZ_ml1r4RmZK-Ce9Ru_BuKWLcZsGAKfTBsXUk9LWFzb2jAm3q5nGf-jVupTyPAxJl2m4yt7OJ-K_JfbqCEkIqbVSRGPuciQL8lGAA4wfKiponbbBWctDuGJ6B6mOUAjXEtcylgZMstPNd/s1600-h/med_nebb-black-clear-3271.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 122px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifZ_ml1r4RmZK-Ce9Ru_BuKWLcZsGAKfTBsXUk9LWFzb2jAm3q5nGf-jVupTyPAxJl2m4yt7OJ-K_JfbqCEkIqbVSRGPuciQL8lGAA4wfKiponbbBWctDuGJ6B6mOUAjXEtcylgZMstPNd/s400/med_nebb-black-clear-3271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402228688377391586" border="0" /></a><br />The Nebb<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq1GHR00h4vRwgKbE5LtoB6tPysGdOr3ZLdapnFuJP22YPwtiMIKXqL2mZAASqovaRT6KkL8DS50tew7Z2C_NJpOG_4jPWaKm-SUNkanU4LtByI_tlnKvaED1ksJu0gRsR57cxL9lvAGIs/s1600-h/med_nebb-le-pcock-4244.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 129px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq1GHR00h4vRwgKbE5LtoB6tPysGdOr3ZLdapnFuJP22YPwtiMIKXqL2mZAASqovaRT6KkL8DS50tew7Z2C_NJpOG_4jPWaKm-SUNkanU4LtByI_tlnKvaED1ksJu0gRsR57cxL9lvAGIs/s400/med_nebb-le-pcock-4244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402228693205425714" border="0" /></a><br />The Nebb SE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWw6shF5A1pN2rbGmKMAjmMur-xqaOuJiNpKTAjorxq7z83Va9opMQz02ccLGZ7bD6M8JrcGb78IUAyQQwcCAKtBJ_-LIwvk5gYMfqPWFvsYobRD6plWLbJzc3v9SJoX_YQb1hIRmpF6IK/s1600-h/med_zelig-black-clear-0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 122px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWw6shF5A1pN2rbGmKMAjmMur-xqaOuJiNpKTAjorxq7z83Va9opMQz02ccLGZ7bD6M8JrcGb78IUAyQQwcCAKtBJ_-LIwvk5gYMfqPWFvsYobRD6plWLbJzc3v9SJoX_YQb1hIRmpF6IK/s400/med_zelig-black-clear-0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402229252802339202" border="0" /></a>The Zelig<br /><div style="text-align: left;">Gorgeous, right? I was originally going to purchase the Zelig, but like all of Moscot's older frames, it was too small for me. So instead, I went with their newer line of modern reinterpretations and ordered the Yale.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWZxxrHd1sJcoCZGC69U6s2D0MgQMdw_a3KmqFaeP6CX2IkgWuCBLYWv2XAYWusat9rH1yKE6VLIwylAx4SQmPIz7fEMnQVKh930wVDFfe0WUc2GzkMQzn5zhBwt9n0zP2G52KROoNu_Q-/s1600-h/med_yale-tortoise-clear-2764.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 118px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWZxxrHd1sJcoCZGC69U6s2D0MgQMdw_a3KmqFaeP6CX2IkgWuCBLYWv2XAYWusat9rH1yKE6VLIwylAx4SQmPIz7fEMnQVKh930wVDFfe0WUc2GzkMQzn5zhBwt9n0zP2G52KROoNu_Q-/s400/med_yale-tortoise-clear-2764.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402229258246269794" border="0" /></a>I've always wanted a pair of tortoise shell glasses so these seemed rather perfect. I have to admit that the black Yales are even better looking online, but there was no giving up on my tortoise-centered dreams. Here's hoping they look okay! Otherwise, it's back to the eyewear store for me!<br /><br /></div></div>scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818630056162654896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685730202332639472.post-79122807169900483352009-10-26T16:59:00.005-05:002009-10-26T17:10:52.083-05:00sunny side ups<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlH2xFZKEuX-XM4iabjYhaHEVFGGRcf43pOnwkCI9VuEqYe1WGuBlmMWSkFLaN1AWbwtYSuhlKmEq7jHWtUhAajYpkGgOhRU9X4aw4zgR6In5tL21QZ2lGxPWQOVwbOAqJXenjuh44p8e0/s1600-h/bbpv33.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlH2xFZKEuX-XM4iabjYhaHEVFGGRcf43pOnwkCI9VuEqYe1WGuBlmMWSkFLaN1AWbwtYSuhlKmEq7jHWtUhAajYpkGgOhRU9X4aw4zgR6In5tL21QZ2lGxPWQOVwbOAqJXenjuh44p8e0/s400/bbpv33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397034551127306082" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>Hate to leave you hangin', but because my life is currently more stressful than an episode of "Curb Your Enthusiasm", how about you enjoy some photo inspiration courtesy of people other than myself?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxz23TKqYKxOvdEr3I5QCplE5tgB7plBciv_EE5joLUJOQJdJmjJrzRLGl46AdqhyphenhyphenWHx1hTklAkl0d6b_dQR2nNwfXIQiUyvfmKVdsCh7ROO_zYx83uFC52fat8J9zhrchpydQwJu5YLGd/s1600-h/050208003897521wn2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicHmU__pcOzqSWFeZSS7rRkXUd4e0G6YvRdA2YqQg66EaB9h9aMlcVHkL_Iv7UYa4F3Bd7ydt_M2VzzjRezZhQm-OFJJW_nA8Joo4pvLUd9ij1BQya4FzHWNHkYBdCuDtBf0wB9Vn6dSYt/s400/2eebx8o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397032946893944274" border="0" /></a>scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818630056162654896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685730202332639472.post-14439054226446562262009-09-25T16:15:00.001-05:002009-09-25T16:15:30.248-05:00head space<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MFIM4HMKNY4&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MFIM4HMKNY4&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Recent obsession gratis of Jack!scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818630056162654896noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685730202332639472.post-8042833763621163832009-09-13T17:20:00.005-05:002009-09-20T18:25:33.417-05:00blinded by light<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibOCEufaNZ683mAYWzQqiQ4k0ZFtyfEtB-ytyEquHWsYJi-4W1KTGTwGE3XEM7jsLgr9NqGeFRxcObRaVBhhcF6AL1AEKEwVhT9uLd-cbHnTI7n1CHQrbUh1vVo6P3pLhcjt_6h_aqPzz8/s1600-h/9128bluejeansWeb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibOCEufaNZ683mAYWzQqiQ4k0ZFtyfEtB-ytyEquHWsYJi-4W1KTGTwGE3XEM7jsLgr9NqGeFRxcObRaVBhhcF6AL1AEKEwVhT9uLd-cbHnTI7n1CHQrbUh1vVo6P3pLhcjt_6h_aqPzz8/s400/9128bluejeansWeb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383692861698895474" border="0" /></a>a shot by the Sartorialist<br /></div><br />In dedication of the start of New York Fashion Week and the recent book launch by one of my favorite fixations, Scott Schuman aka the Sartorialist, I'm devoting an actual blog post to the inexplicably addictive phenom of street style bogs.<p></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">These blogs document people and their outfits ranging from the quietly chic to the outrageous. Most are based in certain metropolitan cities, most often New York, Tokyo, Paris and assorted European cities. Having gained momentum within the past year or so, they have come to generate ideas for fashion, prompt discussion about standards of beauty, and induce a real idee fixe among followers. What separates these photogs from the society photographers and paparazzi of the past are that they focus on everyday cosmopolites. Most subjects may be fairly wealthy and a large number admittedly work in the fashion industry, but they are nonetheless everyday people, not celebrities, unless you count the obsessive fans that have now begun to follow them. Indeed, what's particularly amazing is the fatuous fan base that has spread from the 100+ comments that each blog post generates to real movers and shakers, such as fashion powerhouse Paris Vogue to department stores Holt Renfrew, Collette, and Barney's New York, both of whom have recently dedicated store windows and retail space to these street warriors. Wholly and undeniably, that is real power.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Moreover, many of these photographers are usually not professional. Instead, they share a keen sense of detail and a love of style, not necessarily the wholly unapproachable fashion that magazines and websites have traditionally paid tribute to.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUCHq9_SXC0JbqDjlZKc72_WvlwP42_8ItGiSUEt8yHrvD9aT-9qe28tJ18ToJmCScuACH9s_OiM9OiY2N7TdAmdNOXbiHtcKP4Py0XzKo6cEd2z7dFr2VTn6RWCG5TGMARHpGqfbbliJo/s1600-h/3416236436_d61422c3ab.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUCHq9_SXC0JbqDjlZKc72_WvlwP42_8ItGiSUEt8yHrvD9aT-9qe28tJ18ToJmCScuACH9s_OiM9OiY2N7TdAmdNOXbiHtcKP4Py0XzKo6cEd2z7dFr2VTn6RWCG5TGMARHpGqfbbliJo/s400/3416236436_d61422c3ab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383691195795381570" border="0" /></a></p> <div style="text-align: center;">Schuman shot by Garance<br /></div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />The big daddy of this movement is, of course, <a href="http://www.thesartorialist.blogspot.com/">the Sartorialist</a>, a former director of a showroom. Schuman is pure evidence of the power and interest that street style now wields. The Sartorialist.com, his website, is minimal with the most basic web design borrowed from blogspot.com and usually relies on a simple headline that describes either the mood, the key detail, or the location where the subject was snapped. Instead, the photograph says it all. They're vibrant and welcoming, a reversal of the distancing cool that fashion usually shrouds itself in. Like other street style photographers, the Sartorialist insists that he isn't necessarily following what is “on trend”; instead, he photographs what he finds beautiful and moving. It definitely works. In fact, getting shot by the Sartorialist has become an impossible honor and obsession for many cosmopolites, so much that the website Refinery29 released this tongue-in-cheek graphic as a guide as to how to get his attention:</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCcK8tx_8_hMBACy-1QQDRmMi6ff7MWp5WqjyfAQV0hE0wtp8MLUWEBwbwRJqkXidBNFhIgif6t9cNSoFUWHFdG8fJ6w6L5epvihzm745zgPq4cqZA_fqD3vxzn-aIBY6E7shSMfCqZFIo/s1600-h/7cae87703ea6598a890fba1ab81b498d19aa2838.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCcK8tx_8_hMBACy-1QQDRmMi6ff7MWp5WqjyfAQV0hE0wtp8MLUWEBwbwRJqkXidBNFhIgif6t9cNSoFUWHFdG8fJ6w6L5epvihzm745zgPq4cqZA_fqD3vxzn-aIBY6E7shSMfCqZFIo/s400/7cae87703ea6598a890fba1ab81b498d19aa2838.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383694737573873378" border="0" /></a>I've been following him since he's started; checking his website every morning has become part of my routine. I only see a growing popularity with the publication of his new book. A photograph on a website can't always capture everything there is to see – sometimes you just really need it in hardcopy. Sometimes Scott's pictorial subjects have escaped me; flipping through the book is both revealing and enlightening as to why so many of these people are graced with his lens. My only complaint is its size: I was definitely hoping for a coffee table size publication, but the regular edition (versus his “bespoke edition”) is the size of a normal paperbook – not the greatest size for displaying the power of detail that is so central to his work.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Yet, one musn't forget that the claims to street style documentation belong Japanese fashion magazines, who have been documenting their fabulous citizens for years now, and Bill Cunningham, a photographer for the New York Times. Bill is an absolute legend who still remains somehow undiscovered, or at least not popularly discussed by a non-New York audience. His photo column <a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/topics/reference/timestopics/people/c/bill_cunningham/index.html">"On the Street"</a> appear in the Sunday Times, usually focusing on a theme or an event. If the Sartorialist is all about the outstanding individual – he photographs them in the light of the gods – Bill's photographs are proletariat and democratic. A problem with many street style websites is that they tend to get stuck in a rut photographing the same people or styles. With Bill, you never know what to expect. His essays inevitably contain a multitude of races, socio-economic backgrounds, and appearances, from Park Avenue grand dames to Union Square skater kids. Over all, they embody his vision of New York. Bill Cunningham is New York City. I insist you listen to his audio column that comes out every week at nytimes.com – he is an absolute gentleman.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZSBDzP8qj0SgPl-tU9yXTqNzRW1kmAQ0TZhpI1SKPVVyVlDlM1bGU4oGHWclBdC8R9SiysL4GQjw8H1hy2joAB325kTXFF_OeFJwkztSkBBvHqr4gzfgZ5L0CwXhWngq1Rdlyod2nUc3/s1600-h/garance-dore.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZSBDzP8qj0SgPl-tU9yXTqNzRW1kmAQ0TZhpI1SKPVVyVlDlM1bGU4oGHWclBdC8R9SiysL4GQjw8H1hy2joAB325kTXFF_OeFJwkztSkBBvHqr4gzfgZ5L0CwXhWngq1Rdlyod2nUc3/s400/garance-dore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383691206053711058" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">Garance shot by Schuman<br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I would suggest that his demi-descendant is French photographer <a href="http://www.garancedore.fr/en/">Garance Dore</a>. Garance is a mix of the Sartorialist (she's actually dating him) and Bill Cunningham. She has Cunningham's warmth, most obviously and wonderfully expressed in her columns that accompany most of her photos. At the same time, her photographs share the same devotion to light and space as Schuman's. While the Sartorialist himself often times remains a blank (which may be a good thing, judging from his recent interviews), Cunningham's and Garance's photos are suffused with personality. One noticeable feature (as pointed out by a friend) is how consistently physically blessed all of her subjects are. I don't understand where she finds them, but it both inspires and depresses me. While Bill is decidedly American and Scott lends a more international eye, Garance's aesthetic seems undeniably French no matter where her subjects are sourced from.<br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIGYvpe-KDYNSZQjUm_2rD5wolXjGLJ1De_Q4REtYVsR7NKd4cvoaWsou_ZBjxMWyHzJWsR_Dwn9Mch0EuJakUskiP_y-ZWpsxxZ4F_KIOj45A1K3zV7swO0wieSRYq6X7jPVXLLuPIxKK/s1600-h/armcandy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIGYvpe-KDYNSZQjUm_2rD5wolXjGLJ1De_Q4REtYVsR7NKd4cvoaWsou_ZBjxMWyHzJWsR_Dwn9Mch0EuJakUskiP_y-ZWpsxxZ4F_KIOj45A1K3zV7swO0wieSRYq6X7jPVXLLuPIxKK/s400/armcandy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383694020993867410" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">a shot by Tommy Ton<br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">There are also a bunch of trendier sites that also document the street. My favorite of those is <a href="http://jakandjil.com/blog/">Jak & Jill</a> (aka Tommy Ton), who forms some what of a trifecta with Garance and Schuman in the Holy Trinity of Street Style. Many of these sites, while interesting, are a bit derivative and lack the real warmth, aesthetic taste, and talent that the Greats have, however. While still undeniably great, they lack that <i>je ne sais quoi</i><span style="font-style: normal;">, if you will, that Scott, Garance, Tommy and Bill embody. Check them out nonetheless – here are a few that I keep up with:</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><a href="http://www.copenhagenstreetstyle.dk/"><br /><span style="font-style: normal;"></span></a></p><a href="http://www.copenhagenstreetstyle.dk/">Copenhagen Street Style</a><br /><a href="http://streetpeeper.com/">Streetpeeper</a><br /><a href="http://www.styleandthecity.com/street-style-paris-fashion-week/">Style and the City</a><br /><a href="http://www.stylesightings.com/">Stylesightings</a>scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818630056162654896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7685730202332639472.post-20705946600466336762009-09-06T17:04:00.003-05:002009-09-06T17:06:04.995-05:00i. love. this.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRc19o-j20gD-SbrvMMVdDxdp3swO4fUOYNBOU6GAjq9Mc4_Rgta34sJsQc1vBhl_MqLT-xf5XQ8lpbFBaXq7-dXcP1VMjf5ABic1fA2rVaF69F_sVQhLtXLxDIh3V-1fTD09AoofA5PJX/s1600-h/master_wide-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRc19o-j20gD-SbrvMMVdDxdp3swO4fUOYNBOU6GAjq9Mc4_Rgta34sJsQc1vBhl_MqLT-xf5XQ8lpbFBaXq7-dXcP1VMjf5ABic1fA2rVaF69F_sVQhLtXLxDIh3V-1fTD09AoofA5PJX/s400/master_wide-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378479044200302082" border="0" /></a>Ch-ch-check it. <a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=112510733&sc=fb&cc=fp"> Check it out</a>.scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00818630056162654896noreply@blogger.com0