It was 10°F when I landed in New York. That was almost two weeks ago; it was cold then and it is cold now and I have had just about enough, thank you but no thank you. More than the temperature though, what I am missing most right now is color. All these soft, watery winter sunsets have lost their charm. Entire meals have become based around ghostly white vegetables produced from the bowels of my refrigerator: turnips, kholrabi, daikon, shriveled parsnips and pithy knobs of celeriac.
Give me a fresh Rainier cherry and a bundle of glossy, fragrant tarragon and summer squash filled up with sweet yellow sunshine. Give me a fat chicken and a red pot and a bottle of cold white wine.
P.S. I've done an interview with Zoé, and it's on her wonderful blog Wild at Heart.
(All photos taken on a Canon AE-1 Program using Kodak Porta 400 speed film, June 2012, upstate New York)
We made it!
I'm off home to Washington for the next two weeks to recuperate from a December that knocked me senseless. Going to see my mountains and my ocean and all the best beasts of fur and feather. I'm bringing along some black and white film for a change - it's been a long while since I had Tri-X in the chamber, and I'm excited.
P.S. Let's celebrate our 2013 lifestyles with carefully guarded optimism. Follow me on Instagram.
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I had so much fun styling the Fall 2012 lookbook for Bows & Bandits Vintage, shot by Jacob Pritchard. A mix of new, vintage and pieces from my own wardrobe, I like to call this look "outfits I wish I was wearing right now." Many thanks to our gorgeous model Rachel who brought us amazing gluten-free chocolate chip cookies she had baked herself, and to the whole fantastic team who let me play dress-up all day and call it "work."
Find more styling work on my Portfolio.
Ok so maybe I'm procrastinating. Dragging my feet a little. Eking out the summertime memories here. I don't think anyone would blame me, but just in case, I did have some excuses planned for you (last weekend I was in Connecticut, the weekend before I was in Istanbul. Truly strange but truly true!)
But forget all that. Because honestly, in my mind's eye, I hope I will always be right here on this beach, on this gentle August evening, ginger beers that would become dark and stormies gently rolling in surf, with this on the tapedeck and sand up to my ankles and nothing left to do but build a bonfire and watch the sun going down, over the ocean, as it should be, for ever and always.
No island summer is complete without at least one trip up to Pt. Disney, the top of our rock. Time after time I walk down that same dirt road and along the curves of that same well-worn footpath, and time after time, coming 'round that final bend, the view never fails to catch me off guard. You can't help but get a little still, a little stupefied. There's just so damn much of it.
Bumping back down the mountain, blasting the tape deck and eating handfuls of sun-melted trail mix like no tomorrow, we stopped by the airstrip on the way home and came across an old airplane waiting patiently for her owner.