An empty stare. A thoughtful pose. Packed suitcases. A letter just read… ‘Hotel Room’ (shown above) represents the woman that Edward Hopper saw and conveyed in much of his work. Loneliness was his greatest ally.
Last week, in looking through my closet, I realized I had too many jeans that are all blah-blah/old/the same. So I turned to Isabel Marant for a little DIY inspiration on how to tie dye an old pair of Mango straight-legs. The results make me want to tie-dye everything in sight!
Today is all about London. What else is there? After months of preparing, moaning, training, whining, speculating; the Olympics are finally here. While I wish I knew enough about sports to tell you who will win the most golds, this is not one of those posts. Instead, I’ll tell you about some favorite spots I’ve been to, street style to envy, and why London is so much more than the 2012 games host.
I received a little package yesterday afternoon which, although expected, was joy inside a brown envelope. After my cousin introduced me to the online vintage market, Anttique Code, it was literally impossible not to support the cause. With prices that couldn’t be more affordable, and items that are both unique and classic, this small but growing vintage e-boutique might quickly become a weakness.
Over the weekend, beautiful Brenna and I explored the attic of one of Madrid’s oldest train stations. The reason? To attend the independent designer’s fair, Nomada Market.
Events like this should happen more often. Especially now when the economy is so dire and most small (but unbelievably creative) brands are struggling. Gorgeous jewelry made from vintage charms, the ‘love-it-so-much-you-hate-it’ skull, and vibrant printed fabrics are only a few details we stumbled upon… And mostly it was fun to just wander. Like nomads.
I might be biased, but anthropology student and amateur artist, Carmen Gonzalez, has plenty of talent to make it as a photographer. Her photos are both stunning and real, capturing people, places and emotions with such ease and grace. I just had to share them…
My friend Lexy told me about this a while back and, after a month in Ethiopia, this whole idea makes a lot of girl-power and ass-kicking sense: It’s called The Girl Effect. It starts with investing in a 12 year old girl; letting her know that she has a chance to escape poverty by her own doing. It starts with keeping her in school, where she might be safer from being married off, getting pregnant or having to sell her body at the age of 15; giving her the tools to learn and think for herself… To be the one who starts the family business.
After a summer spent in Ethiopia, these are only a few of the many things I wanted to revisit in photos:
It’s hard to believe than a little over a week ago I was packing up my little beach side studio in France and getting ready to go to a place that couldn’t be more different. I have been in Ziway, Ethiopia for five days now and I am sitting at the only internet cafe in town, trying to write a little something on what I have seen, smelt, heard, and felt up till now. We arrived in Addis Abeba at 5am and loaded into a truck that would take the group of volunteers the rickety three hour drive to the town we would be living in for the next month. We are staying at a mission of a group of nuns who fund and run the school we are volunteering at. From the very first day, we have been singing, laughing, playing games, and doing embroidery with over 450 girls who come every day for a type of day camp…