Thursday

Merci!!

I have always been of the (quiet) opinion that coffee in France, particularly Paris kind of sucked. Just always felt like everywhere I went it was too hot, burnt, or was simply made without any training whatsoever.

And I've finally found someone who (kind of) agrees that just because it's French, doesn't mean it's better.

I'm obsessed with David Lebovitz's blog.

When I say I'm in love, you best believe I'm in love, l-u-v.

This photo of Denevue is so goddamn timeless.

Wednesday

???????

Who googled me last week?

I just figured how to utilize the "traffic sources" portion of the stats on this baby. Anyway, if someone googles you does that mean you're popular? This makes me feel the same way I felt my sophomore year in high school when my picture appeared like 12 times in the yearbook. It was effing unprecedented.


Come to think of it, maybe I was just googling myself again.

Tuesday

Texts.

In lieu of my normal barage of texts from my step dad. I offer an exchange...

step dad: Hey Buddy! i pad by proxy. 
step dad: Fwd: bung chow ping!
me: D00d
step dad: whaa?
me: D00d
step dad: what?
me: D00d
step dad: Double o.d? Double O.D
me: Figure it out
step dad: STOP TEXTING ME!
me: No
step dad: STOP
me: No way f00l. I'm just gittin started

How does she do it?


Il ya quelques filles qui vont briser votre coeur à chaque fois. Je ne serai jamais une de ces filles.

Disco.

Slightly 70s disco fringe.
Summer '11

Wednesday

Marlowe Model Composite Archives.



Elinor Backlund, Vibeke Knudsen, Hennessy, Kathy Quirk, and Suzy Dyson
Somehow I found a crazy website that has tons of models cards from the mid-late 70s.





For times like these.

I'd like a lovely ysl suit. And a mysterious french alley wouldn't hurt either.
From here.

Hole House.









Seattle based architecture firm Hutchison & Maul
images from here.

Tuesday

I'll make a believer out of you.


 I plan on wearing baseball hats this summer.



Petit Bateau.

I will always love Petit Bateau.

Ok.

I just wrote about him, less than a week ago, but I've been so obsessed with Arthur Russell lately. He made such an interesting collection of music. It kind of makes me wish I were living somewhere in Manhattan in the 80s.

Which makes me think. You know how people ask you sometimes "if you could be from any decade which one would it be?" And usually people think really highly of themselves and say some bullshit like "Oh definitely the 50s, I just love the style." Or "I would definitely be from the 20s, I have very classic sensibilities." Have any of you assholes thought about how shitty the 20s and 50s were? Anyway, I would most definitely be the 80s. Maybe the late 70s because that's when all the cool motorcycles were made.





Also, trying to get my hands on this...

Monday

Perf.

Just love this cardigan Sasha and I photographed for etsy last week.

I love parties.



french fête for a friend this weekend.
photo cred: rach w.

Friday

Desolé.

Beginning of summer always makes me think of Pierrot le Fou.

Best friendzzzz.

Oh hay. Sorry I never called you back last night, but Carine and Kanye wanted to party.
Obvz.

Wednesday

New vs Old.






The original is fantastic, but I'm just really loving Nat Baldwin's version.

Vroom.

My boyfriend bought a motorcycle not unlike this one.

Texts.

"got sasquatch tkts!"
5/28
10:22am

"skinny mulligan?"
5/28
3:11pm

"Fwd: car issue, didnt go skydiving. On bus."
5/28
3:31pm

"Wheels Caponi or McGillicudy Bigs?"
5/28
7:22pm

"mommy killed the roses in garden."
5/29
11:33am

"tiny biggie smalls."
5/29
10:27pm

"Fwd: Shishkabob Jones!"
5/30
4:59pm

"lil poopers went camping!"
5/30
7:46pm

"Sup wif ur half Asian, hals American, half sister?"
6/1
11:30am


I copy all texts exactly as I receive them from my step pal.