A place to blather on about things that catch my eye, nomz I like to nom, and music that makes my ears happy.
Here’s another one with the Samyang 35mm 1.4.
So lovely in that goth, dark sort of way. Hard to believe this was taken in a sunny kitchen! One day, I will haz these skillz.
flavour + colour: one, two and three scoops:
another colour study recently accepted into American Illustration (along with the “insomnia” piece from a few posts back)
American Illustration award winner
Last Thursday started out pretty horribly but turned into a pretty fantastic day by late afternoon/evening. Not only did the entire body of brochures come in (yes, the ones I’d been toiling at for weeks) right before I left work, but I got my iPhone macro lens band from Photojojo. Sample pic below. One of the best $15 investments I’ve ever made (perhaps only behind admission to see the Dance Hall Crashers in 1994 or tacos and chowdah at Taqueria del Sol).
Aaaaand, there was a bonus in the package — a stegosaurus! How thoughtful.
In other photo-related news, I am completely envious of my co-writer Stacy’s vintage camera — WHICH SHE WAS GOING TO GIVE AWAY!? I think this calls for a fun lil’ hipster filter, yes?
A lot of people think places like Detroit and Memphis are lost — that the radical openness and innocence and obsessiveness that flourished there can’t exist next to the internet, MP3s and — well, and crack. In 1960s Detroit, you could walk from the Brewster-Douglass Projects to Fortune and cut a record after school. Wendy Rene cruised in the door at Stax in 1964 and just sang a song that changed everything. In some ways, the internet and the digitization of music have allowed this same level access, but most of us will agree there’s some soul lost there… Why are real records important in this light? What likeness does holding a 45 bear to holding a real book? Why does it matter to touch and smell and hear something real?
Jack White is a crooner, a picker, an upholsterer, co-founder of Third Man Records and 2013’s Official Record Store Day Ambassador. In honor of the occasion, we’re hosting Third Man in Palm Springs at Ace Hotel & Swim Club during Desert Gold — they’re popping-up in the Clubhouse with the one and only currently functioning record shop in Palm Springs. It matters a lot to us. Third Man is really good at this shit. We can’t explain the ineffable importance of vinyl, of paper and ink, and of real people instead of Twitter handles. But come hang out with us today and we can just not explain it together. Bring your record bag.
I’ll go ahead and admit I’m currently a bit infatuated with this photo. Over the past several days (it was just taken on Sunday at Wuxtry Athens, one of the happiest places on Earth — sorry, Disneyland, not even close), I’ve looked at it an estimated 374 times, set it as the wallpaper on my desk and phone, and made a print of it. The last one might seem a bit odd, since I plan to pin it up in my office, where people generally post photos of their families or pets. But since most behaviors based on normalcy and convention have long since passed me by and frankly, don’t interest me, I will be displaying it proudly among my prized desk trinkets.
And really, it’s not odd that I’d have it propped next to my china dish of striped paper clips and chevron-printed tin filled with my favorite pens. Because — just from a purely aesthetic point of view — it’s beautiful and visually engaging. Look at those colors together! Also, it’s a subject matter I love. Reference the title of this blog if there is any doubt. Then there’s the mood and feel of it: I can S-M-E-L-L the store (a scent more heavenly to me than homemade brownies, even) and the focused-to-blurred ratio so accurately communicates how it feels to be in that wonderfully cramped space.
A happy sigh as I look yet again at this fitting reminder of a lovely and languid spring day, spent in the company of the unjustly gifted photographer who so perfectly captured this intersection of my interests and passions.
Some highlights from the past couple of days, playing with my new toy (I admittedly owe a lot to the lenses I borrowed)…
First warm weekend of the year. Despite my scratchy throat, watery eyes and congestion, my little tropical self is love-love-loving it.
Weekend Recap, Part 1 (Listen)
Saturday. The xx eludes me no longer! Throwback dinner at Doc Chey’s with my buddy Leila beforehand, then on to the sweet, darkly sexxy stylings of this lovely and gracious young band. Side note: I sooooo cannot handle late nights anymore.