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Just a few photographs from Paris I, for whatever reason, didn’t share with you back in March. It’s safe to say I’m busy cobbling together a teleporter and pining extra hard for my city. It’s been almost six months, surely it’s time to go back again, right?
Kristen Ivey van Diggelen started VanIvey Ceramics earlier this year, aiming to create “fewer things of greater quality that are made locally and beautifully.” Not a bad catalyst to starting your own company, and the results are truly stunning. Kristen works out of her San Francisco studio, hand-making each piece out of stoneware clays. “In an age of mass production, we aim to provide a truly unique alternative to dinnerware that can be passed down from generation to generation.” All the pieces are dinnerware, dishwasher, and microwave safe, but I don’t know if I could ever be brought to using them. They’re just too pretty. Doesn’t that last shot remind you of a Severin Roesen still life?
August 29, 2013 / home design /
This apartment, for sale through Feau Paris for a hefty €3.5 million, is just begging me to move in. No, it’s taunting me, with its fantastic herringbone floors and gorgeous crown moldings. That bedroom! Did anyone else spot the antique stained glass window in the hallway off the dining room? Why don’t they make houses with details like that anymore? This apartment is in the 7eme, near the Champs de Mars and the Eiffel Tower. Because it wasn’t perfect enough already, let’s add its proximity to Paris’s most iconic landmark to the list, oui?
I’ve been reading a book on the renovation of Paris in the late 1800s, titled “Paris Reborn” by Stephane Kirkland. It’s a great non-fiction follow-up to the historical fiction I read earlier in the year, “Haussmann, Or the Distinction.” I adored that book beyond words, as I’m unsurprisingly fascination with the Haussmann era of Paris. “Paris Reborn” shifts the majority of the credit from Haussmann to Napoleon III, who really set things in motion with his rule over the city (and that whole story, how he imprisoned an entire government and turned the city into his empire, is so bizarre and interesting). It’s a wonderfully written book, and not at all stuffy or dry for an historical non-fiction. And there are photographs showing what the city looked like before and after full neighborhoods were demolished to make room for the grand boulevards and zinc-roofed buildings everyone is familiar with when they think of Paris. If you need a good book recommendation, look no further.
A new scandal has rocked the art world in the past few weeks: contemporary artists Jasper Johns’s former assistant of 25 years, James Meyer, was recently charged with fraud, after it was discovered he’d been secretly taking works from the artist’s Connecticut studio to an unidentified gallery in New York and selling them for a combined total of $6.5 million, of which Meyer kept half (a paltry sum, given that Johns’s “False Start,” above, sold in 2006 for $80 million). Beginning in 2006 and continuing for six years, Meyer is alleged to have taken 22 pieces in all, some of which were not even completed works, and none of which were authorized by Johns for sale. Meyer even went so far as to create “fake inventory numbers for the stolen pieces and forged pages in a loose-leaf binder that served as a register of all of Johns’ artwork,” providing them to the unknown gallery as proof of authenticity.
Meyer and Johns in his studio
Aiming to keep his perfidy a secret for as long as possible, Meyer negotiated with buyers of the pieces an “agreement that the buyer would not exhibit, loan or re-sell the works for at least eight years,” according to a U.S. Attorney. How that did not raise red flags for the mystery gallery or the buyers is beyond me. That is a ballsy move if there ever was one, and here I was thinking betraying someone you worked for for nearly a quarter of a century was as bad as it got.
Earlier this month, Meyer was charged with one count of wire fraud and one count of interstate transportation of stolen property (it should be 22 each, in my lawerly opinion). If convicted, he faces up to 20 years in prison. Regardless, it’s safe to say he’ll never work in the art world again.
I went to the doctor’s in the middle of July and was stunned to learn I’d gained 10lbs since my last visit two years prior. It sounds like an insignificant amount, and it would be if those 10lbs either a) distributed evenly throughout my body instead of pooling in my stomach and thighs, or b) distributed evenly throughout my bra. Neither of those things happened, and while I didn’t have a scale in my house, I could tell I’d been steadily gaining weight from the way my clothes fit (or didn’t). I left the doctor’s office with a clean bill of health but a strong desire to get back to my “normal” weight. These weren’t 10lbs I gained from a growth spurt or anything other than eating like crap, frequently and without concern for my waistline (see: donuts). And with our engagement photo shoot coming up in the middle of September, I couldn’t think of a better motivator to get back in shape.
So I’ve been diligently counting every calorie I consume, drinking a ton of water (I thankfully never drank soda so I didn’t have to kick that habit), and choosing vegetables for a snack over an entire row of Double Stuf Oreos, as I’d been known to do. I bought a scale and a pair of free weights and dug out my old pilates mat from storage. Between watching what I eat and walking everywhere (not having a car isn’t only good for the environment), I’m down 7lbs in 6 weeks. My skin is clearer, my clothes fit better. The goal is to determine how many calories your body burns daily (based on your height, age, weight, activity level) and create a calorie defecit of 500/day, or 3500/week (3500 calories = 1 pound).The crazy thing is seeing how your daily calories are divided up. Suddenly it doesn’t seem worth it to gobble up 10 oreos in one sitting, and waste half (HALF!) of my daily intake.
This photo series I found shows a variety of foods in 200 calorie servings, and scarily highlights the problem I had with eating appropriate portion sizes. It’s interesting to see as a numerical value what you’re putting in your body. Unsurprisingly, 200 calories of fruit goes a lot farther than, say, jelly beans.
I know what you’re probably thinking:
August 26, 2013 / eat / drink /
Is it fall yet? Is it fall yet? Is it fall yeeeetttt? Come on, fall! I am looking forward to sleeping with the window open, chilly weather, crunchy leaves, scarves, boots, apple picking, and eventually winter. And now, I’m even more excited because I’ve finally found the perfect trench coat:
I bought a trench coat at Target last May for our trip to Belgium in a pinch of last-minute packing anxiety, and it filled its role fine. It wasn’t anything spectacular, but it worked. I should have splurged and spent extra to get one that was waterproof and had a hood, though, and as a result I’ve been keeping my eyes peeled for one that fit all of my criteria. It’s worth spending a little more to get a good investment piece that I’ll have for a few years versus one season. So when I saw this Calvin Kelin trench at Nordstrom a few weeks ago, I bought it immediately (after texting my mom for validation; she wrote back in all caps, “DO IT”). Waterproof, removable hood, zip-out fleece lining, mid-thigh length, and the perfect khaki color. I’m really picky, I admit, and this one is about 3x the price of the Target one, but it ticked all the boxes.
Now I just need the weather to dip about 25 degrees and we’ll be all set.
August 23, 2013 / fashion / vanity /
File this under “Happiest Thing Ever,” cross-filed under, “Laughed So Hard I Cried.”
You guys. I need to introduce you to Doctor Pug, perhaps the best fake twitter account to come into fruition ever. Wait, I’m lying. It is THE BEST twitter account and it’s 100% real, run by a pug who happens to be a doctor. Obviously.
I had a pug for a few years, and he was the most magnificently chubby and lazy dog to ever walk to face of the earth. He was only interested in food and naps. His name was Potato, and I’m pretty sure he went to med school in the past few years and is now doling out
hilarious sorry, totally serious medical advice. Such as:
Please go follow him on twitter to make your days infinitely better. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go burp a lil burp, put on some pants, and install a doggie door for Dr. Pug.
Until ‘Midnight in Paris’ came out two years ago, I reveled in being able to tell people my top three favorite movies all started with the same letter: ‘Clue,’ ‘Closer,’ ‘Cinema Paradiso’. It had an agreeable ring to it, not that I’m blaming ‘Midnight in Paris’ for anything. I feel like I’ve inundated you with references to that movie, so it’s high time to share my original three favorites.
First up: ‘Closer.’ Starring Jude Law, Julia Roberts, Clive Owen, and Natalie Portman, who is so young and captivating and breathtaking in this movie it’s alarming. Have you seen it? Director Mike Nichols adapted the script from play of the same name by Patrick Marber. It focuses around two nebulous couples in London, who fall in love, cheat, break each other’s hearts, lie, curse, and generally make you hate them and life in one fell swoop. The men are English and the women are American, the conversations are real and honest and raw and painful, and if you’re not feeling emotionally bruised by the end of it, you weren’t paying attention. My friend Lyndsey confiscated my copy after a breakup many years ago, but I’ve since bought another one. Sometimes you just need a swift kick in the stomach from a movie (you know, when you’re wallowing in a particularly self-loathing state).
I won’t spoil it with plot points for you, but there is some amazing dialogue in ‘Closer.’
Dan: I fell in love with her, Alice.
Alice: Oh, as if you had no choice? There’s a moment, there’s always a moment, “I can do this, I can give into this, or I can resist it”, and I don’t know when your moment was, but I bet you there was one.
Dan: You think love is simple. You think the heart is like a diagram.
Larry: Have you ever seen a human heart? It looks like a fist, wrapped in blood. Go fuck yourself, you writer! You liar!
Jude Law is slimy and terrible, Julia Roberts is an absolute mess, Clive Owen seems to be the only character aware of how awful he is to others, and the only person you end up feeling remotely sorry for is Natalie Portman’s ingénue Alice Ayres. If you haven’t seen it, I think you better fix that immediately. Just be prepared with tissues.
August 21, 2013 / read / watch /
My friend Aidan and I went to the Backstreet Boys concert on Friday night. If you’d like to tell me how exciting and amazing that is, you’ll have to get in line behind me, because I’ve been telling myself that every minute since the concert ended. My loyalties will always lie with the New Kids on the Block, but I’ll admit that I got swept up into the BSB mania in 1998. I even called in to a local radio station once (and made it on the air!) to try and win tickets to a concert of theirs (I did not win :(). This was back before anyone had the internet in their home, and you purchased concert tickets by going in person to the box office (the crazier parents camped outside in line for days for big concerts like this for their preteen daughters. My parents had more sense than that, though I resented them at the time). I don’t know why all these great 90s pop bands are having such a huge resurgence the past few years, but I’m not going to question it. Aidan and I have now seen all of our favorite bands from 6th grade together (yes, we’ve been friends that long!), albeit 16 years later; we saw the Spice Girls in 2008, New Kids on the Block this June, and now the Backstreet Boys. Our 11 year old selves are really, really happy. Say what you will about boy bands, these guys looked like they were having so much fun up there all these years later.
To share the love, today I’m posting the incredible and ridiculous and hilarious and nostalgaic music video for their hit, “Everybody.” Inexplicably, there are mummies, werewolves, vampires, a creepy haunted mansion, and there is, of course, awesome choreography. Enjoy!
Backstreet’s Back, ALRIGHT!
August 20, 2013 / Tuesday Tunes /
…to look at these photos and try to tell me they don’t make you wish for winter, just a little bit.
They are the most stunning winter landscapes I have ever seen. The blush pink light! The snow covering every single branch! Be still my tiny, Scandinavian-vampire heart.
August 19, 2013 / art / photo /