They're really good (get The Beginning EP free).
I got in, checked my mail and put two books I'd ordered next to my still full bag from this weekend (to go in it for next weekend) and flipped through some catalogs while my farm fresh dinner simmered on the stove (I know, I'm so country!) and well, it comes down to: I can buy the things I have my eye on, or keep them in the realm of make-believe and go on vacation, like a real one, not half-life in a pretty place glancing at my BlackBerry every ten minutes and you can reach me anytime at all... I think I'll keep my options open for the time being, but man, what I wouldn't do for:
...a vintage guitar with roses on it! [Starting bid $60, at ebay]
A Midsummer Night's Dream let out around nine last night, and it was Saturday night in a small town and I was by myself with no plans so I did what any sensible person would do-- I ran into TJ Maxx before closing and bought some lovely underthings. Thing is, I'm back in New York without a drawer in the place:
[Daniella Chest in Zen Brown, $599 at Pottery Barn]
Windowlicker - from the French for window shopping: faire du lèche-vitrine - often appears on Tuesday and Thursdays at 10am EST-ish.
Above, the view from my window under the eaves. Beyond the trees is a panoramic view of Cayuga Lake over a ninety-foot cliff. There is so much natural beauty here; it reminds me of a quote about artifice and urbanism. I was disappointed to discover upon my first visit to the nearby Gimme Coffee that it's closing next month, but I suppose that's the way it is right now. My long weekend had plenty of highlights: I drove around endlessly just as I did when I lived here in college, picked up a classic top (a past Windowlicker) at the Salvation Army along with a laughably chic turquoise poncho (I'm working on a new look, although its only in the musing stage now; something like old-fashioned movie star meets Beat poet kissed with a classical nymph vibe), thought about Nabokov, who wrote Lolita while he taught at Cornell, went to Tibetan Buddhist meditation on Friday night, and to a production of A Midsummer Night's Dream in the woods last night. This morning I went to the Farmer's Market, as I've been on a local kick lately and like to support individual farmers and their families. This weekend I watched From Here to Eternity and I'm going to watch Pump Up the Volume on the way back to New York. Democracy is alright but we didn't invent it, so if you disqualify that, I'd have to say America's greatest contribution to the world is the maverick vs. monoculture narrative. It just never gets old.
I'm going to Atlantic City for the weekend soon (Ava-style) and might need a little somethin'-somethin' for the beach...
Windowlicker - from the French for window shopping: faire du lèche-vitrine - often appears on Tuesday and Thursdays at 10am EST-ish
Spent a few days upstate with my pal, Jen Bekman, and I'm back now. It was fun to chill out in the woods and wax philosophical; as I observed today at breakfast, I think about totally different things outside of the city. Upon my return, I had dinner with a friend and discussed feminine archetypes and my strange shared expression and birthday with Georgina Cavendish, Duchess of Devonshire, and got home to discover maybe the best mail ever: a Boudicca shirt I ordered from Jezebel by Leigh Batnick, whose positively wicked cards I've been receiving for ages, and an envelope from my mother containing three silk camisoles and a twenty dollar bill. I'm not sure what that means besides the fact that sublime wisdom can be passed down from generation to generation, without a word, by post. As for me and the moment, I'm off for the summer. No plans to travel as yet, but I like it when the pace of life around here gets slow like honey, like I like it. I'll be back after Labor Day, barring any urgent brilliance. If you're looking for summer reading, here are the books I've been getting the word out about so far this year. Every one a beaut: