May 24, 2011 § Leave a comment
Josephine Baker schools outside of Paris designed by Dominique Coulon & Associés.
Includes a rooftop playground and hallway hooks for childrens’ coats.
March 9, 2011 § Leave a comment
Speaking my language. (literally)
February 26, 2011 § Leave a comment
Butterfly images by artist Armelle Capron.
August 26, 2010 § 1 Comment
Tonight, my favorite coffee shop in town showed one of my favorite movies in its beautiful garden, the best spot in town.
Sitting with a senior couple on my left and my good friends on my right, chuckling in unison at the orgasm part, remind me how special San Luis Obispo is.
It was bittersweet. I loved the night, but I can’t remember choking up so quickly with tears over something so non-emotional on the surface. I think tonight I realized how much I really miss living in Paris–sketching the tiny architectural details and wandering the streets for hours. Just my luck, I helped a lost French family find their way (in French, of course) when I was outside for a moment: a nice touch. I told them that if they were looking for something to do, they were showing ‘Amelie’ just next door. They gave me a funny look and I’m not sure why.
Either way, for one night I was transported into a Amelie’s magic world and my romantic soul was re-awakened.
August 16, 2010 § Leave a comment
It made me all warm and fuzzy inside when I came across these photos of Parisian metro passengers by Sasha Paskanoi. It reminds me of a time when each day’s adventure became even more exciting the moment I remembered that I would spend a good time on the metro watching the characters step in and out. It got to the point where I would get on the metro just to be on the metro.
July 25, 2010 § 3 Comments
This morning I sat down with my Trader Joe’s freezer risotto, a salad of mâche and blueberries, and a hangover to write about a completely different topic and flipped on a movie “in the background”.
Well, this movie was Julie and Julia and it absolutely moved me.
I think I reached tears a solid 14 times during this movie and, yeah, I feel like a big dork. I know I sound like an old, sensitive woman or a cliche movie critic when I say this, but it was literally a trip of tears of heartbreak, tears of happiness, and then laughter…sometimes all within one minute. (And trust me, I’ve been known to have snobby movie tastes from time to time)
Maybe this movie touched me because it actually hit me personally. Both of these women were clearly passionate, yet couldn’t quite find the means to follow their hearts. Passionate is definitely a word I’d use to describe myself frequently and I know that at times, I’ve behaved just like these two women. Sadly, over the last year, my passion has been scarce and I just need to find the magnet that grabs it.
I don’t expect to be famous by any means, but it’s a nice thought that you might end up pursuing exactly what excites you and, in a way, it will just….come about.
To quote Osho once more: “Today is enough; don’t plan for tomorrow, or even for the next moment. Today ends, and then tomorrow comes fresh and innocent. It opens of its own accord and without the past. Watch a flower opening in the morning. There is no effort at all– the flower just moves according to nature. This is grace.”
(creds: Otago, DVietro)