Sunday, June 28, 2009

Mercury in the solar 8th

Deathbed memories and other pleasantly wicked surprises.

Scenes from Brittney, France.

5:34 pm Sitting in a field, writing postcards, one frog talks to another, that talks to another, that talks to another...for ten minutes, it's a symphony of frogs.


8:03 p.m. Riding through the French countryside on squeaky bikes, happened upon hot bull on bull action. It's true, this country really is made of love.






11:15 p.m. After watching the late night sunset perched on bales of hay, walked home on a road that lead into a mini forest, pitch black and with no life in sight. A car then comes out of nowhere. We step aside, let it pass and keep walking. Suddenly, the car stops a small distance away, in the middle of the road. We pause, look and laugh about how it's like the beginning of a horror movie; then keep walking. Instantly, the car shifts into reverse, darting right at us. We scream, tearing off down the road, until the car stops--at least a minute later, a long minute later--and as the door pops open, laughter pours out, which even includes a grandma in her 80s cackling about...hee hee ha ha ho ho...driving home, we laughed all the way.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Mars in my house of legacies

Mark your territory.

For as long as I have remembered I've been wearing Kelly green low top Chuck Taylors with blue laces. At this point, I've gone through dozens, but no matter how many I go through, I find myself completely sentimentally attached to each pair. The more worn, the more nostalgic...being that I love to travel, all my sneakers have a history, have walked in amazing places all over the world. Throwing them into the garbage seems too callous, but saving them is impractical. What to do? What to do?

Having grown up in the 70s in NYC, one of the images that stand out were the sneakers thrown up on wires. I never really knew the whole story why. I always assumed it was some kid bullied, had his sneakers stolen and thrown up high where it would be impossible for him to get and ensuring him a beat down from his parents. Although the reasons are infinite and no doubt every hood had their own rules...either or, I never got my sneakers thrown up anywhere and for once I would like to know why they are there.

So, late night I went and tried to throw my sneakers up on the wire nearest my apartment. It was hard as hell. I just couldn't get them high enough at any time... but thankfully there is always a drunken stranger prattling my area that is up for a challenge. After wrangling one in, who skeptically thought it would be simple, after many tries and many minutes later, dripping sweat and too many near misses, the sneakers then flew up and as if in slow motion, roped around the wire. A sight too magical to express. It ended with us jumping up and down, hugging like it were the end of a revolution. Even all the passerbyers (including sanitation workers in their truck) sucked into the event cheered — making about 10 people now know how those sneakers wound up there, but yet I'm the only one that knows why.


















Special thanks to Morgan for making this happen! Strangers in the night!

Monday, June 15, 2009

Jupiter retrogrades in Aquarius

Syncing up idealism & reality and seeing what you're left with.

Best to keep a sense of humor...

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(Thanks Nicole W. for the fw-ed video!)

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Mercury re-enters Gemini

Switch up the scene; stimulate your mind.

Mercury in Gemini is made for day trips. Today, skipped town with my amazingly awesome Taurian friend Monique and headed to New Hope, PA for small town quaintness and vintage finds...

Night Bird Vintage
A mecca of retro-ness that always has a little magical treasure in store for me — as in a funky something that is absolutely me in style and fit. I’m sure I’m not the only one to witness such a miracle here, because there are tons of options that will have you finding your 50s, 60s, 70s or 80s unicorn if you look hard enough. Plus, prices that’ll have you wondering if they found this stuff in the back of a truck. 12 W Mechanic St, New Hope, PA, 18938, 215-862-1902.

Palette
Found just over the river in Lambertville, NJ and a sweet little walk over the bridge that connects PA to NJ is Palette. Vintage mania is here, as there’s a little bit of everything: furniture, housewares, jewelry, knick-knacks, etc. Clothes (designer too) and accessories are strewn throughout the store and everything is 70s or earlier. Plus, Palette is run by two amazing women that’ll cheer you on as you try to squeeze into vintage (unused) boots just small enough… Unfortunately, all their encouragement didn’t help shrink my calves — but would go back every chance I had to see what else these ladies have uncovered. Palette is at 63 Bride St., Lambertville, NJ, 08530, 609-397-0101.


Love Saves The Day
Once an NYC East Village institution, this vintage store made famous in Desperately Seeking Susan now finds its home in New Hope. Still as exciting, all things kitsch and retro are here: formal wear, costumes, dresses, accessories, etc. LSTD is pricier that Night Owl, but has a more unique selection. 1 S Main St, New Hope, PA 18938, 215 862-1399.


Mill Crest Antiques
If cost is of no issue and snobby clerks are your thing, this is the place for you. Color coordinated and pretty as a peony, MCA has a large selection of elegance and glamour. No doubt worth the visit, but with prices and attitude like this, look, but don’t buy. (Ex. a no name dress with a flower pattern, casual and 100% cotton went for $200 — and that was on the low side of their price points. You can get it made and with a better quality cheaper than this...but that is just me.) 72 Bridge St., Lambertville, NJ, 08530, 609-397-4700.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Full moon in Sagittarius

Punch drunk idealism.

My last 36 hours = 4 planes + 5 trains + 5 cabs + 3 buses + 5 cups of coffee + 4 states + 3 boroughs + 4 hours of sleep + 2 changes of underwear = an adventurous delirium.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Venus enters Taurus

Pleasure seeking impulses begin.

24 hours of Chicago...things I love here and could never tire of, no matter how many times I visit...





















The corn on the cob buildings.















The teal of the Chicago River.

















The Lakefront!