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jp & the gilberts

Last week Andrew & I were lucky enough to see these guys live in Park Slope. Although the lead singer is a dear friend of mine, and therefore you'd think I'd be able to hear his band's music all the time, they have been busy touring the cities up & down the East Coast. But lucky for us they were in Brooklyn last week.

The music of JP & the Gilberts is really beautiful. It's got all the poignant honesty and bittersweet humor that good music should have, and the crooning voices and masterful talent that make it all that much better.

And they have a great website, too. 

eamon mcmahon

This artist's website popped up yesterday on my Newsfeed and, out of curiosity, I decided to take a look. Lucky me! He's quite an amazing photographer. Unfortunately, I cannot figure out how to get the images from his website onto my blog (except for the one below which I was able to find elsewhere on the web) so, if you want to see more of this wonderful body of work (which I highly suggest) check it out here:

wishful thinking

So, a big open kitchen would be a nice addition to my life. I mean, my current kitchen is perfectly fine, especially considering the amount of cooking i have (not) been able to do while in graduate school. But, graduate school is over in December, and so, the daydreaming has begun. Here are some photos that inspired the most recent bout of wishful-thinking:

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barn life

As someone who lives in New York City, studies urban planning and spent much of this summer in Manila, Philippines (one of the more chaotic of the Asian mega-cities), I spend a lot of time daydreaming about country living. It's not so much that I want to relocate as that I would love to be one of the many New Yorkers with the luxury of a country home - a rural retreat far removed from the fast-paced life of the city. Right now, that place is my parents' home in New Jersey (which, needless to say, is quite lovely). But, this barn-turned-art studio in northeastern Massachusetts would do just fine for me as a lovely country cottage. (PS - the artist who works in this beauty, along with a green-barn-builder, built the whole place from scratch. Impressive, no?)

Read more about this awesome place here.

one art

(a poem by Elizabeth Bishop)

The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.The art of losing isn't hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, ornext-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn't hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster. --Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

brendan cass

Thank you to a dear friend for posting a whole album of these paintings on facebook the other day & then sending me the link to an article about this fantastic young artist, Brendan Cass.

Some (strikingly beautiful & honest) words from the artist:

"The body of work came about through an obsession of travel, in general, and also escapism. Literally and Psychologically. At the depths of my purpose though I am fascinated by the land formations and sense of terrain in Popular inspiring European locales, and also the energy and liberation that many people feel when going to these say, inspiration centers. One can feel as flat as they did back home or really resonate with the sense of departure, and other ness...
I am also acutely aware this could just be a temporary escape or vacation. My formal concerns are that of blending the academic with the crude, the sophisticated with the coarse, Beauty with Ugliness. Moreover, the general formal reality of m…

beach nostalgia

Two more photos from the island 
(I couldn't resist)

weekend away

We spent the past weekend in Eliot, Maine at Green Acre Baha'i School, a beautiful slice of heaven that I am lucky enough to have been visiting since I was (at most) the age of 2. To add to the fun-ness of it all, we were there for Homecoming Week, which is essentially a family reunion of all sorts of beautiful people who are very close to my heart. And it was Andrew's first time there! Sadly we could only be there for the weekend, but hey, 2 days are better than zero.

Reunited! Lauren + Me.

island living

Busy week! Got back to NYC on Monday and started a new job on Wednesday. Sadly this has not left much time for blogging, but I wanted to share some writing and photos from Siquijor Island, Philippines (as promised!):

Aug 1
Today I landed on Siquijor Island. It’s a small island in the southern part of the Philippines. Tanya and Grendell, the local women we were working with back in Manila, thought I was nuts for coming here. Apparently amongst most Filipinos this island is known for little more than being a haven for witch doctors. So far I haven’t seen any. I have seen lots of palm trees though, and local people living simply in small homes made of palm fronds and wood. I have seen goats on the side of the road, and chickens and roosters and cows. I have seen dogs playing with each other on the beach and little girls searching for sea urchin at sunset. I have seen the sky light up orange and purple and pink as the sun dips behind the mountains and I have seen the colors of the sky lig…

golden days

So, I know it has been a while since my last post. I blame it on the Philippines, Siquijor Island to be precise. I have been hiding out there for the past five or so days without access to anything resembling an internet connection. I wrote a lot while I was there, and am considering posting some of it on here (perhaps in edited form), but that will have to wait for a better internet connection than the one here in the Dumaguete airport.

Tonight I begin the long journey back to New York... Manila to Seoul, Seoul to New York. A total of just about 24 hours. Yikes! I am so looking forward to the last few weeks of summer though. New York in August, while hot as hell, holds that special nostalgia of summer coming to a close. Golden, hazy sunlight, lazy dinners outdoors and weekend trips to whatever body of water is most easily accessible. In honor of these last lazy summer days, I wanted to post some inspiring images that certainly say "summer" to me.

Please, try this at home.  (…