Sarah and I were at Mohawk General Store yesterday when I took this photo - they have midcentury modern furniture mixed with rustic, woodsy apparel and opened up in Junction a few months ago.
And Sarah!
25 October 2010
Mohawk General Store
I liked this couple.
Sarah and I were at Mohawk General Store yesterday when I took this photo - they have midcentury modern furniture mixed with rustic, woodsy apparel and opened up in Junction a few months ago.
And Sarah!
Sarah and I were at Mohawk General Store yesterday when I took this photo - they have midcentury modern furniture mixed with rustic, woodsy apparel and opened up in Junction a few months ago.
And Sarah!
Hidden Treasures
I went on a nostalgic tour of old vintage-stores-past from my childhood this weekend.
I love this photo from Hidden Treasures. Mmm...I remember vintage store smells with the same olfactory fondness of old books.
What was a 70s girl caught in the 90s grunge era to do? Once passed my 80s solution of devising gigantic lace Lauper skirts out of Little House on the Praire dresses to pair with my torn tshirts for synagogue, I was trapped in a sad sea of the Judy's, Contempo, and Wet Seal standards of the Mall era. Out of desperation (the enemy of art is the absence of limitations kind of thing), I started cutting halter tops out of Limited Too knit sweaters and sewing shirts out of my grandma's leftover fabrics. Realizing my picky love for all things clothing, my grandma and stepmom began lovingly trekking me out to Iguana Clothing in the valley, Hidden Treasures in Topanga Canyon, and any little second-hand hole along the way.
I love this photo from Hidden Treasures. Mmm...I remember vintage store smells with the same olfactory fondness of old books.
What was a 70s girl caught in the 90s grunge era to do? Once passed my 80s solution of devising gigantic lace Lauper skirts out of Little House on the Praire dresses to pair with my torn tshirts for synagogue, I was trapped in a sad sea of the Judy's, Contempo, and Wet Seal standards of the Mall era. Out of desperation (the enemy of art is the absence of limitations kind of thing), I started cutting halter tops out of Limited Too knit sweaters and sewing shirts out of my grandma's leftover fabrics. Realizing my picky love for all things clothing, my grandma and stepmom began lovingly trekking me out to Iguana Clothing in the valley, Hidden Treasures in Topanga Canyon, and any little second-hand hole along the way.
Boutonnière
Marcel Proust
I am a sucker for aesthetic rituals, including the long lost art of the everyday boutonnière. Derived from the French word buttonhole, the boutonnière was originally used to ward off evil and disease. They were once so integral to everyday menswear, suit jackets were fashioned with "stem loops" on the back of lapels to hold floral adornments in place.
Some formal boutonnières I made at Holly Flora's this weekend.
12 October 2010
Varnish & St. John
My wonderful horticulturist-slash-photographer friend Sarah took this photo outside Varnish last night. Monday and Tuesday nights are the times to go since they have live speakeasy jazz music going on the piano. My friend Jamie plays Monday nights - if you go on a Monday, be sure to say hi!
Me!
This St. John vintage knit dress was a great find at Shareen Vintage - one of my favorite clothing stomping grounds. Shareen is usually there and always ready to personally undress and redress you.
A brief history: St. John was founded in 1962 by husband and wife team, Robert and Marie Gray, to design specific high-end knitwear for women. Their daughter, Kelly Gray, was the original face of the brand and is the creative director to this day. St. John is best known for its classic styling, quality construction, and primary colors. Their garments can be identified by a knit-in hem as opposed to the more ubiquitous sewn-in hem.
Me!
This St. John vintage knit dress was a great find at Shareen Vintage - one of my favorite clothing stomping grounds. Shareen is usually there and always ready to personally undress and redress you.
A brief history: St. John was founded in 1962 by husband and wife team, Robert and Marie Gray, to design specific high-end knitwear for women. Their daughter, Kelly Gray, was the original face of the brand and is the creative director to this day. St. John is best known for its classic styling, quality construction, and primary colors. Their garments can be identified by a knit-in hem as opposed to the more ubiquitous sewn-in hem.
Scott & Charlie Waffles
It's been a beautiful mid October here in Los Angeles. Scott, my mutt Charlie Waffles, and I went for some coffee Sunday morning in Venice at Cow's End.
11 October 2010
Corn Maze!!!
Every year, my friends Amanda & Eyad coordinate an annual outing to Pierce College's Halloween Harvest Festival. This (and a whimsical, sometimes bloody costume) is all I need to make my Halloween dreams come true. We went this last Saturday...
Welcome!
Pierce's farm grown pumpkins.
The dusty fairground is a 1920s recreation complete with trillions of edison bulbs, americana accoutrements, and carnival eateries. It feels like a Star Trek holodeck version of Boardwalk Empire. Rootbeer floats, BBQ, buttered corn cobs, funnel cakes, fresh lemonade slushies, and kettel corn! Haunted houses, hay rides, farm animals, gold digging, giant moon bounce slides, and a 70s/80s/90s rock cover band! They even have a produce market with pumpkin varieties I didn't know existed outside of Tim Burton realities.
Popcorn buffet on wheels!
Mamma Marine's Delicious BBQ.
My Mamma Marine's Tri-tiiiiip!
The best part of the whole fair (and there are sooo many best parts) is the Creatures of the Corn Haunted Trail. It is truly terrifying. I haven't screamed and laughed so hard since my last corn maze. It's pitch black, moon overhead, and you're scrambling through your very own authentic horror-movie labyrinthine corn stalks with creepy hillbilly zombies lurching out at you from above, below, and the sides. And there's even an animatronic Balrog looking guy at the entrance. Telling you, the production value is impressive. So, so much fun.
Yes, that could be my older sister and me 20ish years ago. I am such a sucker for photographing little sisters and carousels, let alone the mind-blowing combination!
Need anything more be said here?
Welcome!
Pierce's farm grown pumpkins.
The dusty fairground is a 1920s recreation complete with trillions of edison bulbs, americana accoutrements, and carnival eateries. It feels like a Star Trek holodeck version of Boardwalk Empire. Rootbeer floats, BBQ, buttered corn cobs, funnel cakes, fresh lemonade slushies, and kettel corn! Haunted houses, hay rides, farm animals, gold digging, giant moon bounce slides, and a 70s/80s/90s rock cover band! They even have a produce market with pumpkin varieties I didn't know existed outside of Tim Burton realities.
Popcorn buffet on wheels!
Mamma Marine's Delicious BBQ.
My Mamma Marine's Tri-tiiiiip!
The best part of the whole fair (and there are sooo many best parts) is the Creatures of the Corn Haunted Trail. It is truly terrifying. I haven't screamed and laughed so hard since my last corn maze. It's pitch black, moon overhead, and you're scrambling through your very own authentic horror-movie labyrinthine corn stalks with creepy hillbilly zombies lurching out at you from above, below, and the sides. And there's even an animatronic Balrog looking guy at the entrance. Telling you, the production value is impressive. So, so much fun.
Yes, that could be my older sister and me 20ish years ago. I am such a sucker for photographing little sisters and carousels, let alone the mind-blowing combination!
Need anything more be said here?
04 October 2010
Farewell to Summer: Buttersauce & Nutcrackers
No one romanticizes the east coast beach like Woody, in Annie Hall most of all. As a Los Angelian Woody fanatic, I was sooo excited to finally visit the beaches of Southampton before the end of summer.
We grilled lobsters and one of them managed to escape just so I could have my very own crustacean chase scene.
The buying of the lobsters.
Most wonderful seafood price sign ever.
Before The Great Escape.
Never get enough.
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