Badly Drawn Boy: The Shining
There is nothing like meeting someone new, and - in the process of getting to know each other - rediscovering music you both once listened to ad nauseam.
While I have little experience with vintage shopping in general, I tend to find older and pre-loved objects to be far more interesting, as they usually come with a story that newer items of clothing or jewelry have yet to tell.
An afternoon of wandering around Red Hook, Brooklyn, led me to Erie Basin - a goldmine of curiosities, antique jewelry, and taxidermy. The shop’s blog is a wonderful archive of pieces they carry, and since my one visit to the store itself, I have spent more time than I would care to admit on their blog, admiring and coveting things like scarab earrings…
…animal stick pins…
…and necklaces with stones resembling butterfly wings.
I have not been admiring or coveting this stuffed parrot, but this shop has something for taxidermy enthusiasts, as well.
(images via Erie Basin)
These same trees are now bare, but just a couple weeks ago, my neighborhood was bathed in ginkgo leaves, and walks to and from home under these golden canopies made the cold just a little more bearable.
Itajime shibori is the Japanese method of dyeing folded cloth between two pieces of wood that are held together with string or rubber bands. Depending on how the fabric is folded and the placement of rubber bands, this shape-resistant technique allows only certain portions of the fabric to be dyed, giving way to beautiful, swirling patterns and color graduation.
November 26, 2013.
Daily wisdoms from the Wise Owl Club.
Described as a “different kind of travel website”, Jungles in Paris works with photographers and filmmakers to “produce and present short pieces on culture, craft, geography, and wildlife from around the world.”
Exploring new places and cultures - in real life or through books - is one of my favorite activities, and Jungles in Paris has given me a new definition for armchair travel - in addition to a healthy dose of curiosity and wanderlust.
Even though I am leaving for South Africa in less than a month, this site has left me dreaming of where I will go next. Perhaps Bhutan or Ethiopia?
You have not yet discovered that you have a lot to give, and that the more you give the more riches you will find in yourself. It amazed me that you felt that each time you write a story you gave away one of your dreams and you felt the poorer for it. But then you have not thought that this dream is planted in others, others begin to live it too, it is shared, it is the beginning of friendship and love.Anaïs Nin
November 3, 2013.
Los Angeles, CA.
Jagruti Ghandi is a scientist, a mother, a world traveler, and one of the most interesting - not to mention coolest - people I have the privilege of calling a friend.
On my most recent trip to Los Angeles, I noticed the tattoo on her upper arm. “Is this new, Jagi?” I asked, surprised that I had not seen it before.
"I got it last year, after I came back from Bhutan,"Jagi explained. In Bhutan, she and her husband had hiked mountain trails so she could light incense at remote Buddhist monasteries. On these excursions, she saw this mantra carved into rocks and heard it repeated out loud in evening and morning chants. She found herself repeating it to herself - unconsciously at first. Months after she had returned to Los Angeles, those six syllables were still a part of her daily life.
"Om Mani Padme Hum is something I find peace in, every single day. I didn’t need to get it tattooed, but I was visiting my son in Austin and we passed a tattoo parlor, and I thought, ‘Why not?’ "
"I always think I want to get a tattoo," I said, wistfully. "But the permanence of one worries me."
"That fear of permanence is just your restlessness speaking. Wait until you’re my age to get a tattoo," Jagi said, sagely. "By then, you’ll know exactly how you’ll stretch."