( always a good idea )
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i suppose this city
will forever captivate me
admittedly,
i'm still prone to its incessant charm
(( unsurprising synchronicities & a necessary visit home ))
lunch with Grandma Carole (Mrs. Robinson)
for nostalgia's sake/a perfect latte/a glimpse into the underworld
midday secret garden sanctuary/turmeric & pinion
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this is all of it
this is everything
I'm wanting to forget
when winter sets in
it has a way of crystallizing the bad times
the fevers, the heart aches
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sand stuck to my calves
iced mint tea
and my new favorite:
"The Purist"
(from Blue Agave)
1/2 Rampur lime
2 splashes agave nectar
2 ounces 4 Copas organic silver tequila
Split the Rampur Lime in half and place in a glass.
Add agave nectar. Muddle. Fill the glass halfway with ice
and continue to muddle. Fill the entire glass with ice and
add tequila. Cover the glass with a cocktail shaker and
shake well. Pour into a salt-rimmed glass and serve.
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newly altered:
[ July 4th dress-made-into denim skirt ]
ps. how many memories are
able to fit into the grains
of denim before it
reaches its
saturation
point?
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my morning dreams are my second life.
the line between dream-life and waking-life is permanently blurred.
( i love this ambiguity of consciousness )
in love with these works by artist Noemie Goudal
(via Cerre)
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my head is everywhere
this world is so tiny
and
i am reminded that quality of life is so dependent
on our ability to adapt to & embrace
change.
(it is, after all, the only constant)
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linguine/market peas/onion/pecorino/pinenuts/fresh mint/black pepper/olive oil
only thing missing? pancetta.
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recent weeks' playlist:
Brightblack Morning Light - Everybody Daylight
Talking Heads - Creatures of Love
Warpaint - Elephant
Hot Chip - We Have Love
Alexander - Remember Our Heart
Sunset - Lunar Eyes
a couple nights in Venice is all it takes for a satisfying getaway.
go here. and prepare yourself for beautiful-item overload. Charlie Chaplin's old dance studio.
rooms connected to rooms connected to old vaults. wandering through it, i felt like a wide-eyed child in a dreamlike playhouse.
it's full of the most artfully designed pieces. and home to the most perfect jeans (Acne) i've ever owned.
and i have yet to be disappointed with GJelina's mouthwatering menu. butterscotch pot de creme with sea salt here...say no more.
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