The Jazz Age
“Tucked away on an island off the southern tip of Manhattan is a bygone world brought back to life in the most roaring fashion.” This is an annual event that I dream about going to. Sometimes I think I belong in another era… (I didn’t take, nor do I own any of these photographs. All credit and rights go to my favorite and most wonderful photography...
This and That
I have absolutely no idea where my camera charger is. Must find a new one. And until then, it’s crappy phone pictures for you. Sunset over Saint Laurent. Hey mom! Funny story! Remember when we went for pizza last time we came here together years and years ago? Well, Charlotte was in town the other day and we went for pizza on Saint Denis. We sat outside on the patio because it was a...
My room, for those who asked.
Ta-daaa. I don’t have a closet as such, so I made one. As you can tell by the ledge, I have developed an affinity for glass wear, jars etc. I’m hoping to get some plant cuttings and have jars and vases with sprouts in them lining the wall for when it is less green outside. If you can’t be home, bring home to you. I’ve always wanted a chalkboard wall. So...
And a happy summer to us all!
Now THIS looks like home! Come on, Tumblr. Why must you flip my pictures over like this?