Memories of Miami.
Suburbia: Or, Going Home
The movie theater. The office park. The mall. Mark Trujillo calls them “non-destinations, particularly North American kinds of nowhere.”
On coming to terms with the places and rituals of suburban life.
via art.sy
Uncompromised Existence
“I see jewelry as bold—as an integral part of the face, arm, or body. It should be incomplete until it is on, related to the body. While it may display excitingly, its uncompromised existence, its full realization is when it’s worn.” —Art Smith
Update (Saturday, November 24th):
As many of you know, the marathon was cancelled due to Hurricane Sandy. It was the right decision. Weeks later, there is still so much recovery to be done. Please consider making a donation to one of these organizations.
The small piece of good news is that Camfed has guaranteed my spot in 2013. I look forward to another year of running!
Update (Friday, November 2nd):
I know there are mixed feelings about the marathon. If it’s going to happen—and it seems like it will—I’ll run it for New York, its recovery and soul.
I’m committed to raising $3K for Camfed, but every penny I raise beyond that will go to the American Red Cross in support of Sandy relief efforts.
In less than a week, I’ll be running my first ever marathon through New York.
A year and a half ago, I watched a close friend cross the finish line at the NYC Half and thought: I could never do that. The next day, I found myself staring at a display of running shoes and said: Why not? One block became two blocks, one mile became a few. Eight half marathons later, I’m learning to love to run, but still feel like a total beginner.
Whether you make a small donation or run with me, please know that your contribution makes a huge difference.
- Donate $1 for every mile I run ($26.20)
- Donate another amount
- Run a mile with me
- Add a song to my playlist (Don’t judge.)
This is going to be awesome—all thanks to your support.
The Bauhaus Gene, as embodied by Erina, Robert, and Andreas.
Light as marker of spatial difference. D-33 by Sarah Oppenheimer. (Taken with Instagram at PPOW Gallery)
A mere fraction of the full spread at the latest installment of Cookbook Club, the most magical book-club-meets-potluck. This month, we cooked from Plenty: Vibrant Recipes from London’s Ottolenghi and Charred and Scruffed. And threw in a pie for good measure.
I was interested in ideas surrounding fate, and it’s relationship to chance, blood, and circumstance. The works are designed to imply patterns, and codes, and systems—and to imagine the collision of order and disorder.
—Taryn Simon, A Living Man Declared Dead and Other Chapters
Earlier this month, I trained, cabbed, bused, and nearly hitchhiked—don’t ask—my way over to The Food Film Festival, held at the stunning Philip Johnson Glass House in New Canaan, CT.
The festival was centered around eight short films, accompanied by dishes made from ingredients featured on screen—none of which are pictured here because I ate them all in haste. Oddly enough, my favorite film of the evening portrayed the least appetizing edibles of all: moldy, disintegrating, exploding, forgotten.
