03/07/2014 § 3 Comments
Quiet, tailored and natural, photographer Nicole Bentley has captured exactly what I want my summer to feel like, look like, wear like…down to the wild hair and the amazing eyebrows. Have we ever discussed my lackluster brows? While my mother and sister have had to wage a lifelong battle with theirs, mine just decided to never show up. Fact: I’ve never ever had them done, ever. Rather, since I was old enough to care, I’ve filled them in using a variety techniques and have always harbored intense jealousy at those lucky to be born with “strong brows” like Jess here. I suppose the grass truly is always greener…even when it comes to eyebrows.
01/04/2014 § Leave a comment
So it’s officially April and I’m feeling optimistic. Like warm weather and sunshine are just around the corner waiting for me. With the worst winter in a record 40 years, New York has felt like a purgatory since…forever. So to treat my slight case of seasonal depression I’ve prescribed myself a regular visit with these photographs by Matthew Williams for Elle Decoration UK of a gorgeous beach home in Brazil. White walls, polished floors, weathered wood, all offset by the lushness of green fronds and lazy vines.
I want, I want, I want. The only question left: who’s coming with me?
27/03/2014 § 1 Comment
Somehow, I find myself on the other side of a really jam-packed NYFW and FW14 market, with no blogging to show for it. I supposed that if I had something really amazing to share, you might let me get off with a light punishment…perhaps?
I am pleased to present the Harvey Faircloth FW 2014 look book, which I had the honor of shooting myself on Impossible Project polaroid film with a Polaroid Spectra ProCam. Different from our past look books which are much more straightforward, our aim was to capture the essence of season’s inspiration: our Creative Director Christopher Rivers’ memories and favorite places of late night New York City during the late 1980s and early 1990s (“Bright Lights, Big City”). Intimate and ephemeral, it has a undeniably voyeuristic quality — it almost feels like we’re following this girl on a nighttime prowl all over the city.
Working in Polaroid was challenging in a really great way. Because the photographs take time to develop, I had to shoot and move on in the interest of time. In an era of digital cameras and Photoshop, truly only having one chance was initially daunting but eventually liberating. I first figured out how to focus and then shortly thereafter I found a way to trust myself.
I hope you enjoy it!
01/12/2013 § Leave a comment
Some of my favorite images from my Tumblr during the month of November.
02/11/2013 § 1 Comment
Altuzarra SS14. Sublime. SUBLIME.
Yearning to just barely wrap myself in tailored metallics, jersey and silk.
All images via Style.com
31/10/2013 § 1 Comment
Inspiration from the month of October from my Tumblr.
03/09/2013 § 2 Comments
Yep, it’s that time again. Even if you’re not headed to class today, there is an unmistakable sense of change in the air. While summer will always remain my absolute favorite season, there is something fresh about the transition to fall. It’s a clean slate; a new beginning that somehow feels different from the first of the year — perhaps because I always feel justified in refreshing my wardrobe in the spirit of “back to school” shopping.
In keeping with that spirit, today I’ve got some great photos taken by Peter Stackpole at the University of Arizona in 1947 for Life Magazine. Why? First of all, I really shouldn’t have to justify this. Did you miss how awesome these girls are? But more importantly because, yes, even cowgirls go back to school too.
02/09/2013 § Leave a comment
Inspiration from the month of August from my Tumblr. The grey weather today in New York definitely influenced the palette and assortment of images, but it also felt like an appropriate tone for bidding farewell to summer.
14/08/2013 § 2 Comments
I discovered an exciting bit of news today! In an effort to encourage the free exchange of works of art, The Getty has placed online over 4,600 high resolution images of artwork in the museum’s collection as part of their Open Content Program. As long as they are properly attributed (see below), the images are available for anyone to use, publish or modify for any purpose. The collection currently contains a wide range of media, everything from paintings to manuscripts to sculpture, including these amazing pictures taken by Walker Evans in New York City during the 1920s and 1930s.
Search the Open Content images yourself here.
Last but not least, you can see an earlier post about Walker Evans here.
All images courtesy of the Getty’s Open Content Program.
04/08/2013 § 1 Comment
Photo via Instagram.
I was about halfway through the day before I realized that today marks the sixth anniversary since I landed in New York. Six years. It sort of crept up on me. More than five years, but less than ten, the time seems to have accelerated in speed since year two (or so) and while I wasn’t looking I suppose I’ve become one of those seasoned “New York people” I marveled at when I first moved here. People who understood the subways. People who were surprised by nothing. People who knew all sorts of interesting people and places in the city. People who tossed off the numbers of years they’d lived in the city with nonchalance.
Yet, I’m not sure if I’m a New Yorker. I still feel solidly connected to California and my roots out west, even though I’ve definitely settled into a rhythm within this busy, crazy, hectic city over time. Establishing your relationship with this city demands time; it’s too much to take in and too much to experience, to rush the process. Through it all, I’ve changed boyfriends, roommates, friends, colleagues, and jobs — but the city remains. I’ve lived in places like Tribeca and Crown Heights and the Upper East Side and Murray Hill and Soho and the Financial District. There are still entire neighborhoods I’ve yet to see or experience, while there are some I know like the back of my hand. I’ve danced at nightclubs that no longer exist. I know exactly where my preferred door on my preferred subway car will stop at both ends of my commute. It’s almost like you come to an agreement with New York: you eke out a tiny portion of the city, you plant some roots, and if you work hard — and have a bit of luck — you flourish.
I’ve seen plenty of people come and go. Some who predated me and decamped, declaring they’d “had enough” of it all — which to a newbie can sound almost impossible to fathom. Others arrive so full of hope and just can’t seem to make it work. Still others are taken away by school or jobs or marriages. While perhaps not as transient as Washington, DC, New York definitely maintains a sense of constant churn just below the surface. People frequently reference how long they’ve lived here or worked there. Transplants are constantly trying to figure out if they’re short-timers or in it for the long haul, while those born and bred in the city wear it as a badge.
I’ve always trusted in the assumption that when the time comes for me to leave, I will know it, innately. But right now, this crazy life still feels right. I still feel that thrill when I see the Chrysler Building at dusk. I’m still excited for that first glimpse of the skyline whenever I return from being out of town. The city still feels open, ripe for opportunity and adventure. While I don’t know what chapter of this story this might be, I know we haven’t quite reached the end…
Happy Anniversary, New York. I still love you.