I had a wonderful weekend with some beautiful ladies from home. They spread the warmth and bliss all around. I realized that socal must be a sunshiney place if it produces such cheerful people like them.
Home in 2 days! Can’t wait!
winter is here
which means bundling up in coats, stockings, and scarves. Yes, even in 70 degree Cali weather.
beautiful!
my statement piece to a holiday party
I absolutely love the way this sleeve-scarf drapes.
Spot me out on the streets!
Trophy Wifey
Jamie is going to be a trophy wife. I decided that I wanted to be one too.
Look at me,
wait for me,
follow me…
for there’s a mystique of living behind the gates.
Tune in for the REAL housewives of 2725 Haste.
(no worries–the fine line between trophy wives and dressing well/playboy bunnies will be erased…)
Love, Live, Life
I got my dose of unrestrained thrill last week:
- watched the classy cal bears take it away
- chatted it up with Crixa Cakes, the roomie, and Ziwei
- stuffed myself with greasy, delicious Chinese food
- squeezed into my little black dress for the senior girls’ dinner
Sometimes, I can’t help but stop suddenly in the middle of the street and squeal out of pure, childlike joy.
Life is beautiful, even in black and white.
And that means a lot, coming from me.
Cal Fans Great!
11.14.09
Words cannot describe the immense amount of joy I felt cheering on them boys. I patted way too many sweaty backs and reached for things I shouldn’t have sought. BUT, thank you, friends, for the victory run. It looked a little like this:
Cal Fans Great!
Running Amok…
like this. The past three years, I’ve sprinted past the Caravaggios, Manets, Hicks’, Sargeants and Murakamis with no second thought. Exhilaration runs through me; I am ready for whatever next challenge that is to come.
But I’m beginning to realize only the very bare minimum of what moving on entails. And I think it’s time for me to sit at his feet and rest my all
in a field of flowers.
“What a strange thing!
to be alive
beneath cherry blossoms.”
fantastic mr. schwartzman
I’m so excited for the new Wes Anderson film, Fantastic Mr. Fox, based on one of my favorite Roald Dahl books. And even better, Jason Schwartzman, yet again, is starring! (Along with George Clooney, Meryl Streep, and Bill Murray).
If I were to date any celebrity, it would be a close tie between Jason and Joseph (Gordon-Levitt). But this post is dedicated to Jason.
I first heard of him with Phantom Planet, formed a crush in Rushmore, fell into deep like in Darjeeling, and am only anticipating love in Fantastic Mr. Fox. Although it’ll only be his howling and him making sounds of digging in the dirt, what do looks have to do with anything anyways?
But if looks did matter, he makes a great model.
The Band of Outsiders blog is amazing. The polaroid model shots are so darn cute and creative. It makes whimsical simplicity into an accessible reality. Life really should be a series of silly snapshots. Which beckons me to this next question: Can wearing cute clothes make life be this much fun?
Carry me Romeo! (that circle shadow on the floor is kind of creepy…)
new life
Peacocks. The symbol of immortality. Christians in the early centuries associated the peacock with the resurrection of Christ, because as they shed their feathers every year, newer, brighter ones grow in their place.
How come the same doesn’t apply to us?
I guess that’s where pretty clothes comes in. JK.
there’s one in all of us
I was anointed a princess today.
But only for a moment…
It got cut short.
I’m just going to finish the movie with my imagination for now.
With my blue mouth and teeth and all.
bright star
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art–
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors–
No–yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever–or else swoon to death.
“The world is a divine dream, from which we may presently awake to the glories and certainties of day.”
“A dream may let us deeper into the secret of nature than a hundred concerted experiments.”
An Emerson, or two, for you.
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